I’m a bit old fashioned about sex. I don’t know how people can have sex with a large number of people they barely know. I’ve only had sex with one person and I ended up marrying him. I think with all of the risks attached to promiscuity, I’d be disrespecting myself and my body to just throw my cat at anyone that wants it. I’d rather not get herpes, thanks. I don’t have anything against sex before marriage, but I’d at least have to know the guy pretty well before sleeping with him.
You won’t catch me lecturing people on their sex habits, though. To each his own. Your body, your decision.
I do think people do things in the wrong order these days. First comes love, then comes marriage, and then the baby. Well, not anymore. My in-laws think my husband and I will never have kids because we’re 23, childless, and I refuse to get pregnant before graduating from college. I guess I missed the memo that the first kid is supposed to come before I can graduate high school. How dare us want to have careers and a home before popping out a youngin’.
I was going to say I’m a little old fashioned with gender roles in my marriage, but I guess I’m not. My husband helps me clean and takes care of the trash and outside duties, but I’m almost always the one cooking and doing the dishes, which I don’t mind. He works harder than I do, so it’s the least I can do. I’m far from Holly Homemaker, though, and I would have absolutely no problem with him cooking or cleaning. You won’t hear me utter the phrase, “taking care of my man,” either. That just makes me think of that type of relationship where the man comes home from work, unbuttons his pants, and plops down on the couch to watch TV with a beer in his hand while the woman brings his dinner to him. Gag me…
That’s about it, I guess. I’m not all that old fashioned.