When I was in my early 20s, I did an internship at an office several states away from where I lived. Growing up in a religious community, where everyone knew every member of my family and believed I should be a bastion of sexual purity, I used this as an opportunity to finally branch out without the fear or repercussion.
And so, for the first time ever, I downloaded Tinder.
I chatted with several women before settling on a longer, deeper conversation with Lexi. We had a pretty similar upbringing, so she understood where I was coming from. She got the strange paranoia around sex, around “somebody finding out,” about what religious parents would think. And like most people who grew up religious, she was kind of a freak in bed.
Which is unfortunate when you don’t have a bed.
During my internship, I lived in a house full of guys (believe it not, religious prudes) so doing anything where I lived was impossible. She lived with her parents (one being a pastor), so doing anything there was also out of the realm of possibility. The only possible spot for us (or at least, in our horny-rattled brains) was the office where I worked. And so that’s what we did.