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September 29, 2008 · Filed under Cyn's Sins · Tagged , , , ,

Ok, so there have been 2 guys I’ve had major interaction with since my last column. BMW boy, who is so named because of his obsession with is car, which is, wait for it, a BMW. He can talk about this thing forever. Even if you’re not listening or giving any indication that you care. He’s a nice enough guy, stable, not bad looking, but he’s also what I call …..insane. He decided before he even met me in person, just online, that he was going to marry me. So instead of just being able to get to know him, like I would somebody else, I had to deal with him not so patiently “waiting” for us to become a happy couple and live happily ever after. Well, this makes me not want to get to know somebody because he’s constantly trying to be what I want and keep me happy, and I can’t respect that. I can’t respect something fake. So it was his birthday last week, I baked him a cake cause I felt kinda bad for him cause he didn’t have anybody to spend his birthday with…and I really love frosting. He came over and we were hanging out. He keeps pushing me to get to know him better because I told him before any sort of relationship could happen I’d have to get to know him. I meant naturally, he thinks I mean let’s tell each other everything possible about ourselves in under 2 hours. He told me basically his life story and when I didn’t reciprocate he got really upset. Drama drama drama. I hate drama. I told him that I can’t just blurt of my life story, I’m just not that way. The important aspects of my life will come out in time in situations that are relevant. He just said that I’m not even trying and he doesn’t know what he can even do anymore to make this work. I felt like I was in a bad episode of 90210. I don’t even really have feelings for him. I don’t know how I can pretend to have feelings for somebody. He got really upset that I wasn’t getting pulled into the drama. So know he’s “mad” at me and not speaking to me. And I’m trying to care. Ok, I’m really not.

The other guy I guess, well, I don’t know what to think about him. He’s a very smart guy, masters in physics or something crazy like that. Intellectually, he’s a great match for me. I love talking to him, I love arguing with him. I love that he can make me think and that he challenges me. He’s also one of the most shallow people I’ve ever met. He spends his time talking about how he wants young skinny perky girls. Which I can understand, but really, I’m none of these things, so I don’t really know why he bothers talking to me. It makes me feel really insecure and the first time we made out, I made up an excuse to leave because I just felt fat. So the other night we hung out again, went to see this really boring play. I just don’t get plays. Anyway, we went back to his place and things got…frisky, we ended up having really bland awkward sex in which he stared at my feet the entire time. Which well, whatever, I was so insecure about how I looked I just didn’t care. I know the biological reasons that guys are obsessed with young girls, but come on, eww. So, yeah I don’t know what’s gonna come of that. Hopefully nothing. We’ve talked since then, and it’s the same as before, but I’m not sure where we are sex wise. Oh well, just another thing to avoid. I guess.

And then there is latin boy, how could I forget about latin boy? I talked to him on the phone for an hour and a half last night. I don’t know why this guy makes me feel so…..well whatever I feel, I’ve never felt it for anybody else before. Ask my roommate, it’s disgusting how I act when I talk about him. Even I’m disgusted by it. Everytime I talk to him I am torn between flying out to meet him and cutting him out of my life completely. I just think the way I feel about him is almost silly, like it’s based on something I hope he is, rather than who he really is. But at the same time, I can’t help feeling the way I do, whether I rationalize it or not. And he’s the only guy that really makes me horny. I’m not one to be horny really, as you’ve probably noticed I wouldn’t mind avoiding sex in general all together. But after talking with I’m so horny I can’t even stand it. Stupid accents. Get me every time. So, there it is, I have no conclusion, just overviews of the male encounters in my life. If I had conclusions or advice, well, I’d probably be doing something about it. But I don’t and so I can’t. The one guy who wants me, I don’t want, the one guy I want, I can’t have and the other guy, well, I just don’t know what to think about him at all.

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i’m a loser baby

September 15, 2008 · Filed under Cyn's Sins · Tagged , ,

Ok so I don’t have anything to talk about this week, cause I’ve been uber busy with work and school and right now I’m so sick of sex, talking about sex, thinking about sex, avoiding sex that the thought of writing about sex just makes me want to put a “out of business” sign on my vagina.  I guess I could talk about why I feel this way, but I’m sick of talking about that too. Cause over the last week it’s all I’ve talked about with everybody.  So you know what? Fuck sex. Yes, I said it, fuck sex. It’s like fighting fire with fire, I know, but I don’t care.  So people, I challenge all of you to just fuck the fuck outta sex this week.

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New Guy

August 31, 2008 · Filed under Cyn's Sins · Tagged , , , ,

Sometimes I wonder if there is something wrong with me. I met this really awesome guy online. We exchanged quite a few e-mails, long ones, like 2 pages long in word. We shared a similar sense of humor. Out of all the guys on the “dating” site I’ve been on he was the only one I really had any interest in meeting. So we met last night, went out to dinner, had a few drinks watched a movie. The conversation was going great and there was an obvious mutual attraction. He is also a vegetarian and doesn’t smoke cigs which is a major deal breaker for me, the cigs, not the vegetarianism. So towards the end of the night he starts making the moves. I can’t say they were unwelcome. I was definitely attracted to this guy. We start fooling around and things are pretty good, there is a good chemistry, I’m pretty into it. I’m kinda distracted though cause I know my roommate can hear us and that really really bothered me for some reason. I guess I just have a hard time being intimate as it is. I do have to give him props for bringing up condoms, he even had one. I didn’t really want to have sex, but I always feel so trapped in that situation, we’re both turned on and stuff, it’s like…I feel like a tease if I say no.But as soon as we start having “sex” I just feel…..blah. I just want it to be over. Ok, part of it was the condom, condoms just fucking hurt, I know they are a necessary evil and I wouldn’t have sex without one, but they just make sex horrible for me. Part of it was…something else I guess. I don’t know. And afterward, I really just went to get online and start gaming. He wants to cuddle. I’m not a cuddler really, I mean, I can be sometimes, but generally after sex I want nothing to do with the other person. I just start watching tv and he’s all “are you gonna sleep with the tv on?” and I’m like…..no…….and then I realized that he had no intention of leaving. I mean I can kind of understand, it is kinda late and it’s probably a 40 minute drive back to his place, but the whole spending the night thing just feels weird to me. I mean, do I have to cook him breakfast in the morning? Now the happy feeling of meeting somebody I like and get along with is replaced with annoyance and dread of having to deal with him.

So after not being able to sleep most of the night cause he’s a cuddler, and I can’t sleep if somebody is touching me, he wanted morning sex. I was so not in the mood, so I told him I was sore from last night. Which is true. I was just like….omg I can’t believe he’s still here. It’s not that I don’t like him, I do, it’s just that I want him gone so I can think about things. He did leave after breakfast at least.

So, why can’t I just enjoy cuddling with somebody without wondering when the fuck they are going to leave? What is my aversion to sex? Why are guys completely incapable of sensing it.

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Condoms, STDs and a lecture

August 24, 2008 · Filed under Cyn's Sins · Tagged , , , ,

Sorry it’s late guys, I had it set to auto publish, but apparently I did it wrong.

Aids, Herpes, Genital Warts, fun fun fun stuff, none of them are curable, maybe controllable, one of them fatal. One could lead to cancer. There are tons of others that are curable but, why would you want those either? STDs. Now, maybe it’s because I am a pre-med student, or perhaps I just don’t like the idea of cauliflower growing on my genitals, but I am just a little concerned about STDs. As I mentioned before, I was in a 7 year relationship where I had little to worry about. Since then I have been “slutting it up” for lack of a better term, and they seem to be on my mind a lot more lately. Better on my mind than on my genitals I’d say. In the last 5 months or so I have had sexual contact with..(counts on fingers)…6 guys, 4 of which included actual intercourse. Of the 4 that involved intercourse, only one was open to talking about protection. Maybe it’s because we talked a lot on the internet before ever meeting, so it wasn’t something that hadto be brought up in the heat of the moment, but honestly, I think he’s a smart enough guy to bring it up anyway. He’s the only one I ended up not using protection with because we knew we were both clean.

So why is it that guys…and perhaps girls…don’t worry about protecting themselves? With cockyguy he didn’t bring it up and when I did he told me that he thought that STDs weren’t that common and were completely blown out of proportion. He wasn’t happy about the condom, but considering the guy was cheating on his girlfriend with me and god knows how many others, I wasn’t going to take the chance. I feel sorry for his girlfriend.

Daddyguy also didn’t bring it up, which, I found really odd because I’d think he’d be concerned where I’d been since I’m the young cute single blond with no morals. He’s got kids to think about for god sakes. Which brings up a side point…not any of these guys asked if I was on birth control.

Cuteboy was probably the funniest. It got down to the moment and I asked if he had a condom. I wasn’t expecting to sleep with him that night and I was out. He’s said no. So I went to 711 and bought the first ones I saw. I’m not a condom expert, I just buy whatever’s there. I got back to the room and he get upset that I didn’t buy extra large condoms. Now how in the world would I have known to do that? If you’re a guy and you really do need extra larges, carry them with you!

So, none of these guys wanted to wear condoms, but all of them tried to convince me they were clean and always were safe with other partners. Why in the world would I believe them when they were about to do me without even broaching the topic? Without even worrying about what I might have.

So, are people just uneducated or do they just hate condoms enough to risk a deadly disease? I hate condoms, but I believe they are a necessary evil and until I’m sure that somebody is clean, I’m not willing to risk cauliflower warts for 10 minutes of mediocre sex. I know we live in a time of abstinence only education, but obviously these guys aren’t being abstinent and obviously this education is not working.

As for the birth control aspect, Cuteboy actually said that he didn’t believe it was his problem. I told him it would be his problem when he was being sued for child support. Now, I’m one of those girls who think it’s absolutely despicable when girls get pregnant on purpose or lie about being on birth control or try to trap a guy with a baby, but guys, you can prevent this buy wearing a condom. You do have some control over this!

So there you have it guys and girls. Use protection. Condoms are the only birth control that prevents the spread of STDs.

Now for a little lecturing:

If you think you may have an STD please get it checked out and don’t sleep with anybody until you know what’s going on. We all have the responsibility to reduce the spread of these diseases. Many health clinics offer free anonymous testing for both men and women. To find a site near you call your local health department or go here http://www.hivtest.org/ I just had a test done, I do it regularly. It’s not that scary and some sites even have tests that give results in 20 minutes. That site also has information about STDs and their symptoms and treatments. Check it out. And if you have any questions, I would be happy to try to help, you can e-mail me at cynsins@gmail.com .

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The myth of good sex

August 10, 2008 · Filed under Cyn's Sins · Tagged , , ,


It’s Cyn filling in again…

In search of amazing sex, part 1.

I don’t know if there is something wrong with me or not, but I don’t really like sex. I like the idea of sex, but sex itself for the most part has been….bleh. I like foreplay and I like making out and I looooooooooooooooooooove oral, but vaginal penetration is….pokey at best. There is some high percentage of women who never get off from penetration alone. I guess I am one of those women. But even if I get off with other stimulation, being prodded by a penis doesn’t really do much for me.

So what is wrong with me? What is good sex? Does it exist? Should I just become a lesbian?

I’m not going to pretend to be that sexually experienced, the number of guys I’ve been with, I could count on my fingers and still have a finger or two left over. Most of those guys were one time flings, or maybe two time flings. But I don’t think I’ve ever had amazing sex. The sex that everybody talks about. The sex that makes people keep going back for more. I think the best sex I ever had was with Cuteboy. It was intense and we both seemed to be in sync with each other. He was dominant, we talked dirty, he pulled my hair. Even when he was thrusting, he kept up with the other stuff. So many guys, once they get the penis in, forget anything else and start humping like it’s going out of style. And with that approach, I hope it does.

Even the 40 year old I was with recently did nothing for me. He was all about thrusting and watching himself thrust and talking about thrusting. I really expect more and was highly disappointed by my first sexual encounter with an “experienced” older man. No wonder his wife divorced him. His dirty talk was also funny at best. He’d say things like “You want daddy to put his big cock in you”. It took all my effort not to just burst out laughing at that point. Here we were, in his office, naked, me on his desk while he thrusts at me. And he says that. I felt like saying “I dunno, I didn’t get the memo”.

With the guy I was with for 7 years it was more of a chore to have sex than anything else. He was good at oral though, and I commend him for that. But otherwise his idea of foreplay was to rub my ass while he played with himself. Sometimes he’d kiss me, but he wasn’t really all that into kissing and he didn’t know how to kiss worth shit anyway. Then he’d have some emotional trauma in the middle of it all and lose his erection and it’d turn into a big deal until we “talked” and then he could finally have sex. Which at that point, he lasted about 10 seconds and I was just happy to get it over with.

Most of the one night stands have been, they stick it in, I lay there and pretend to give a shit. Again, I’m just glad they are mostly minute men.

To be continued…

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Wax on, hair off

August 7, 2008 · Filed under Cyn's Sins · Tagged , , , , , , ,

Hello all, it’s Cyn, filling in for Wise Dick Man’s Tuesday column, even though it’s now Thursday. Uh…yeah…He’ll be posting on Sunday this week to fill in for me.  Anyway, now that that confusion has been unconfused:


If you’re like me you like a hair free vagina, but think razors are best left for slashing your wrists and cutting cocaine. So what are the alternatives? Yes if you’re rich you can get laser hair removal or if you have a lot of time you can do the whole electrolysis thing. But what if you just want to play with something sticky? Then you wax!

I’ve been getting my eyebrows waxed for years because I just think if you have nice eyebrows and nice shoes nothing else matters. I tried my first bikini wax about 6 years ago. I went into the salon to have it done and it was the most uncomfortable experience in my life. It was awkward and painful and I just couldn’t wait to get out of there. Plus, all a bikini wax does is remove the hair that isn’t covered by your underwear. Rather pointless is you ask me. I say go for the Brazilian! I tried a few times to use store bought wax, but all that left me with was a sticky mess and skin patches torn from my vagina. So like many women, I shaved. I suffered through the razor burn and ingrown hairs and the horrible thing that is stubble. Then last December I planned a trip to Mexico. I wanted to be hair free. I decided to try waxing again. Only this time instead of buying that overpriced useless crap from the store I made my own.

It’s super easy and works super well.

2 cups sugar

¼ cup lemon juice

¼ cup water

Bring ingredients to a boil. Reduce heat to low and simmer for approx 15 minutes. If you have a candy thermometer you want it to be about 150 degrees. The mixture will turn a rich amber color. If you don’t get it hot enough, it will not work. Let it cool enough to be able to spread on your skin. I use store bought waxing strips cause I found them to be a billion times more efficient than a torn up t-shirt. Spread the wax in the direction of hair growth. It’s best if the hair is at least ¼ inch long. If it’s not, it probably won’t work. I do small sections. Place the strip on the wax, rub in the direction of hair growth a few times, pull skin taut, then rip the strip off fast in the opposite direction of hair growth. There might be a little blood. And of course straggler hairs that I attack with tweezers. Oh, when the wax becomes unspreadable reheat in microwave for about 10 seconds to get back to the desired consistency.

I have found the homemade wax to be a hell of a lot less painful than even a professional waxing. It does not stick to skin, just hair. Doing small sections ( I cut my strips into about 1 inch wide pieces) makes it easier to take the pain and provides for less stragglers. The most painful area is where the bush meets the top of the vagina. There tends to be a lot of hair there and it’s really sensitive. I just do a little at a time, otherwise it’s gonna hurt like a mofo and you probably won’t get the hair out from the roots. Oh and use a mirror otherwise it’s nearly impossible to see the hard to reach areas.

I went back in for a professional Brazilian to compare with my home success. I was not happy with the results. It was about 65 dollars. She ripped out large chunks of hair at once which hurt a ton and left me with a lot of stubble because the hair didn’t come out from the roots. She used wax that stuck to my skin too. All in all, I’d rather do it myself.

I also wax my armpits. I just find it less irritating than shaving. The armpits actually hurt a little more than the private area, but it’s over much quicker. I usually get all the hair with just two pulls. However, I have found it nearly impossible to pull it off myself, because I have no leverage! I usually find a big strong guy and give him instructions. If you’re lucky, you have a guy like my ex who thinks it’s fun. I think he just liked to cause me pain. Just last night while I wax waxing my privates, he came into the bathroom and asked if he could watch. Just remember, a partner is great for those hard to reach areas! Oh and apparently some women have asshole hair. My waxer tried to convince me that she needed to wax my asshole… I was like…I don’t think so. So she got me in the doggy style position with my ass in the air and said “oh wow, you really don’t have any ass hair, I’ve never seen that before”. So apparently most of you have asshole hair. Good luck with that! I give no advice and if you rip off your asshole, don’t sue me.

Am I an anti-feminist cause I remove my body hair? No, I just don’t like body hair on myself. I don’t actually mind how pubic hair looks, I kinda like the look on girls and I love it on guys. I think when guys remove their hair, it just looks weird and pre-pubescent. A neat little trim if anything will do. I leave a little landing strip up top when I wax just because I like to prove that I have gone through puberty.

So there you have it, Cyni’s guide to ripping out body hair. Oh, btw, the homemade wax tastes great! It’s like lemon drops. Just make sure you taste some before you get hair in it.

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The bigwig, J, and too much alcohol

July 27, 2008 · Filed under Cyn's Sins · Tagged , , , , , , , , , ,

So, as I promised, here is an account of what happened the night of the work party. It’s a lesson folks.

So every once in a while there is a party at work for socializing, fooding and drinking. It’s never really that much fun, but it beats doing nothing. Oh, and it’s always fun to see your coworkers get totally blitzed. So, I brought the Jello shots, because nothing is more fun than brightly colored jiggly alcohol. Now, I admit, I had more than a few before I got there. I was terribly bored that night and I really didn’t feel like being at home. The party wasn’t that exciting, not many people showed up. The 40 year old I had gone out with a few times dropped by to say hi. So after drinking for a while at the office me and few of my other co-workers decided to go downtown. There was this art festival thing, so all the businesses, including mine, were hosting art and providing drinks and food. We ended up at an associate office where I had a couple glasses of wine. One of the guys at this office, let’s call him J used to work at my office. We had always flirted, but nothing more than that.

So me, J, and a few others decide to go to a bar close by. Two other guys, one a co-worker and one was a huge bigwig in the company, one other girl coworker as well. Now I was sufficiently trashed at this point. I’m not a big drinker, so a couple jello shots and two glasses of wine really did me in. I remember flirting with some guys and at some point J kissed me. Did I mention that J and bigwig are both in their late 40’s? After the bar we decided to go to the local “Caberet” aka strip club. I had never been before. I ended up making out with J for quite a while in his car. He was a damn good kisser.

Isn’t it strange how there are some people that just kiss you how you like to be kissed? I’ve kissed a lot of guys and most of them, it just never feels 100% like we’re meshing. Most of the time it’s like a 80% mesh. I’d say J was a 99% mesh.

We stayed at the strip club for a while, it was actually extremely boring. We decided to go back downtown to the bar that everybody always ends up with after they’ve been everywhere else. You know the one. The dive bar. Somewhere along the way we lost male coworker, none of us were really sure what happened to him. So me, J, female coworker and bigwig were still there hanging out. We were all kinda flirting and kissing and talking. J was really coming on strong, wanted me to go back to his place. Wouldn’t stop rubbing on me. But then bigwig started flirting with me and at that point my buzz was wearing off and I really really really did not want to go home with J. J is a little bit psycho and has major anger issues. I just didn’t think any good would come of it. So I started flirting with bigwig just to give J the message. J got really pissed off and stormed out. He called me from the parking lot and tried again to get me to go home with him.

At this point I really just wanted to go home, but wasn’t quite thinking straight. Bigwig asked if I wanted to come hang out at his place for a while and since I didn’t have my car, I said sure. The bar was closing anyway. So we get to his house and he starts just getting weird. Now this is a guy who is married, makes 500k a year and is a pretty intelligent man. He gets naked and wants to lay down with him. We start making out and he starts asking me things like “have you always wanted to be with me” and “do you love me” and saying things like “I’ve always wanted you” and “I can’t believe I have you, I don’t want this to end” and stuff. He just keeps repeating it over and over. He got very clingy. He didn’t want to have sex, he just wanted to “cuddle”. It really was the most bizarre thing, I was afraid he was going to chain me up in his basement and feed me only old stale valentines day candy out of those cardboard heart boxes. At one point he fell asleep and I tried to get out of his kung fu grip. He woke up and screamed “NO! I don’t like it when you do that!” and grabbed me back to the bed. I didn’t know where I was so I couldn’t call a cab to come get me. So I just laid there all night in his kung fu grip not sleeping. Oh, did I mention his dog kept humping my leg?

All in all, not a fun night. The next morning was awkward. He still proceeded with the “I love you, I want you, do you love me” crap. I have been avoiding his calls ever since. I saw him once and he tried to play it all casual. But now, all I can thinking about his clingy crybaby self.

J called me constantly for the next two weeks. He wouldn’t take no for an answer, he was dead set on us hooking up. I stopped taking his calls and when I did pick up out of annoyance he said he was just calling to see if I’d pick up. Very strange. I ran into him once when I was out with another guy and he straight up pretended like he didn’t see me, even though he walked right by me, not two feet from my face. He then texted me 15 minutes later to see what I was doing that night and if I wanted to hang out. Man, I am so glad I didn’t sleep with him. Oh, question for the guys, if a girl is completely trashed and still makes the decision not to sleep with you, why do you think you have a chance when she is sober?

So, what to make of all of this? 2 middle aged men. One married, one single. Both insane in their own rights. I must be insane too. Or maybe it was all just the alcohol. But at least I was able to realize what a bad idea everything was after I sobered up.

Anyway, the moral of the story is, don’t drink with your coworkers.

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More introduction

July 20, 2008 · Filed under Cyn's Sins · Tagged , , , , , , , ,

I am moving to a new town and was looking for apartments this weekend so I didn’t get to write as good of a column as I would have liked. So I guess you’re just going to half to suffer through some more BS about nothing this week. I think I would like to introduce you to the guys I will be writing about in future columns. More details will come later, but I wanted to give a quick overview.

Latinboy: The first guy I fell for after breaking up with my boyfriend. I met him on an online game that I play. We started chatting and then one night he called me. We ended up talking for 3 hours and just had an amazing connection. He is 2 years younger than me, graduating from college this fall and Mexican. He speaks fluent Spanish which is a total turn on for me. I still believe somewhere that I will marry him someday. He lives in another state and I have never actually met him, but I find that he is the one I usually think about.

Cockyguy: Some guy I work with. He has a girlfriend. The only thing we really have in common is that we are both endorphin whores. We’ve had a few wild nights out. He’s a few years older than me. He shaves what’s left of his balding hair. I love bald heads. He is the cockiest jerk you’ll ever meet, but on some level, we’re a lot alike. He brings out the asshole in me.

Daddyguy: He’s 15 years older than me. We did a deal together a year ago and flirted a bit. I ran into him recently and we went out for drinks. He just finalized his divorce with his ex wife. He has two young boys. He’s pretty well off financially and insists on paying for everything. We’ve gone out a few times and since we’re in the same industry, we have enough to talk about. I think he’s going through something of a midlife crisis and I’m the 20something year old bimbo he’s convinced himself he must have.

Cuteboy: Was only in town for a week doing a job. I met him one night that I was extremely drunk from a work party (oh, that story next week, definitively). He was trying to get people to sign a petition. Our eyes locked and I just had to go up to him. I signed his petitions, I don’t even remember what the issues were, I just was drawn to his strange energy (turns out almost all of his planets are in Scorpio!). he asked for my number and actually called the next day. We had a crazy week together. He was 4 years younger than me, but has been through so much in his life, he seemed much older than most people I know. He was also absolutely gorgeous. Looked very much like Leonardo DiCaprio in Blood Diamond (not Titanic when he was all girly!). We hit it off on an emotional level and I think we’ll keep in touch for a long time. The sex was amazing.

Roommate: This guy I’ve kind of known for a long time, we ran in the same online circles, but we just started talking recently. We both broke up with our exes around the same time. We started flirting online, he came up to visit me for a few days. Now we’re going to be roommates! We have a very light, fun, “relationship”, but whatever makes a couple “more” we just don’t have. It’s perfect, and what we both need.

There are a few others, especially more recently as I have joined an online “dating site”. But, these are the ones I will focus primarily on at first. Next week I promise a more exciting column about making out with half of my coworkers.

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Cyn’s Sins

July 13, 2008 · Filed under Cyn's Sins

I am Cynigal. Welcome to the first edition of Cyn’s Sins (your Sunday sermon!), where I will dish about recent encounters and other random sexiness. It’s only fitting that it’s on a Sunday. I’m a 20something female, student and real estate agent. I haven’t ever really dated. I’ve basically been in a relationship since I was 16. My first one last 3 years, right after that I got into a 7 year relationship. A few months ago I broke up with Mr. 7 years. No, no, I’m fine. I’m not bitter. No, seriously, I not. It was the easiest break up in the world. We’re best friends, and living with each other for the next month. Since then I have met numerous guys and been out on quite a few dates. The experiences have been horrible to pretty good. I’ve noticed certain trends and differences between the dating rituals of men of different ages. I’ve had some funny stuff happen. So, every Sunday I am going to treat you to a dating story, an observation or perhaps something else! You never know! I am random.

I’m at the stage in my life where the thought of being in a relationship kind of frightens me. I’m enjoying being single. I realize now how much of myself I gave up in my relationships and now I’m enjoying re-exploring those parts of myself that I have forgot. Now, I’m not dissing on relationships, I’m sure I’ll be in another one eventually, because while playing the field is fun, it’s also kinda tiring and I think a relationship could be most rewarding. However, like I said, I am so not there right now.

Since I was in a relationship through most of my “prime” single years, I have a lack of people to go out. Most of my friends that were always trying to get me to go out before, are now in relationships, or married, or -gasp- have kids! My other problem is that I am not a drinker, and I really hate bars. But surprise, surprise, I have found myself drinking at bars as of late. When alcohol is involved, hilarity and promiscuity ensue! Oh the tales I will tell. But not this week. Cause this week I am purely introductory. I don’t put out on the first column.

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