Mad props to the girls on here who are getting gangbanged every night of the week, but my slutty memories are a little fewer and farther between since I entered the adult world. I had many, MANY of them in college and before but lately I’ve been participating in the rollercoaster that is dating. The swiping, the chatting, the flaking – exhausting. But, for the first time in a while, I got the sudden courage to let out my inner slut on a perfectly normal Hinge date. We matched, we chatted, we made plans and a tiki bar, blah blah blah. I wore a perfectly nice but not “sexy” dress. No flirtatious innuendo at first, polite conversation about our jobs and neighborhoods and backgrounds. Then gimmicky tiki drink #2 hit and I started to feel devious. I began looking for a subtle way to turn the conversation sexual, but subtlety is not my forte. He was talking about a recent trip to Vegas, so I asked him if he liked gambling. He said he hated watching his money disappear so fast and that he has bad luck with gambling. Completely freewheeling it on the spot at this point, I said something like “i totally feel you but i love a little low stakes bet, like you have to buy me a beer if the Padres win a game or something” (we’re both from San Diego / SoCal originally, not relevant). “Oh yeah, that kind of thing is fun” he agreed. My fuzzy, half-formed game plan solidified in that moment.