“So why do you have sex with random guys?” I asked. As soon as I said it, I realized what a blunt and invasive question it was. But I did want to know. It wasn’t like I was judging her—honestly, I wished I had her confidence. But I didn’t understand how she did it, really. Why she wanted to do it. Why would someone go to a stranger’s house and take their clothes off when you could just stay home and have a safe, comfortable wank? Surely the end result was exactly the same.
