I’ve never related to women when they would make bold statements like sex with him was a religious experience. I always blew it off as an exaggeration for the purposes of bragging to their friends that they had amazing sex. A dramatization, if you will. A fun anecdote in the break room or at a party. Over text. A giggling conversation in a bar. Fuck that. I now believe them. And I’d like to go back in time, high-five every woman who’s ever said that in my company, and buy them a drink. Because holy shit on a cracker, it’s a real thing. And he hasn’t even been inside me yet.
