Sex. While some may believe that it is sacred, I seem to be encountering more and more people that view it as a primal need, nothing more than an itch that needs scratching. These types (including but not limited to WISOs/MISOs) do not require any semblance of a relationship before they drop their panties. In fact there doesn’t even need to be any kind of attraction between the two parties. All that is required a mutual desire to get busy and (hopefully) some form of protection (let me remind you dear readers that HIV/AIDS is rife in South Africa).
These days, with all the choice made available through technological innovations, the dating pool can potentially be huge. No longer limited to meeting our significant other through mutual friends or family connections, we can make our own introductions through internet dating resources at our fingertips. However,with all this additional choice also comes a reluctance to commit to anything or anyone. Take the La-Di-Dah Princess who has everything that money can buy. Everything accept true love. Along comes the good-natured Afrikaans boy, who has been eyeing our Princess. It could potentially be a match made in heaven, but alas, while she likes him to an extent the Princess does not wish to commit as she’d rather wait for a rich sophisticated man to come along, someone who appreciates the finer things in life, and is more than just the class clown.
Although he knows the truth and even takes a vow of celibacy to allow her to make up her mind, he too is not willing to cut ties. The solution to this problem? Secret Sex.The great thing about Secret Sex is that it allows the Princess and this Court Jester to spend their Saturday night rolling like thunder under the covers without having to deal with any of the challenges that come with being in a committed relationship. No meeting the parents or having to go on double dates. Just pure unadulterated bedroom action.
This kind of Friends with Benefits (FWB) style arrangement is one thing, but you’ll find that Secret Sex is happening where you least expect it, even between ‘people’ who claim they can’t stand each other. For a head-in-the-clouds type of girl like me, (recently-established) deal breakers may include things like him being gainfully employed and having the ability (car and licence) to drive my lazy-ass around, but others set the bar much lower. The only requirement for a little bit of action is not attraction, wit, or a good physique but simply that he is easily accessible and always available (he has no hobbies so literally sits around twiddling his thumbs till he receives her whatsapp), so that whenever the need arises he is able to answer the booty call almost immediately. And after the objectives have been realised, he simply returns home with no need for a Uber.
But the sad truth is, these arrangements of convenience are not as ‘secret’ as these little genius’ would have us believe. The fact is their ‘clandestine’ little bedroom adventures are common knowledge. I mean really, do you think you can hide that post-coital glow from your besties? And do these crazies really believe that Secret Sex can carry on forever without any repercussions? Because it can’t, eventually one party (sad to say it, but it’s usually us ladies) will get attached and start imagining our happily-ever-after with that guy that was only ever meant to be our fuck buddy.
If you want my humble opinion on the matter, I doubt there can be much ‘joy’ in Secret Sex and it would be easier not to go down this path in the first place. If you want a fling, do it,own it and go out for a drink afterwards. If you can’t do that, at least opt for the rampant rabbit (less risk of catching an STI). Regardless, don’t kid yourself into thinking that your affair is actually ‘secret’ and that feelings won’t get hurt somewhere down the line.