I am unimpressed with myself while I write this blog, but since I am documenting my online-dating journey, I wanted to be transparent throughout the entire process.

A couple weeks ago I had a conversation with a friend about idea of becoming friends-with-benefits. This wasn’t a new conversation, the topic actually came up two years ago in a similar forum, in which I responded by vomiting (quite literally). I left his house in the middle of the night and threw up into a plastic grocery bag I found in my car. Through my early adulthood and into my twenties I treated my body almost as if it was sacred. I didn’t fuck around on the first date, I wasn’t taking my clothes off for someone I wasn’t in love with, I had standards and a mindset that sex was to be held for someone special.

Over the pastcouple years my…