Unrequited Love–Unfulfilling Sex

The amazing Rarasaur is hosting the Weekly Writing Challenge at WordPress with this prompt:

This week, we’re asking you to consider things from a different point of view — to walk a mile in someone’s shoes. Leave your moccasins and bunny slippers at the door, and tell us a tale from a fully-immersed perspective that is not your own.

Rara also did an interview at You’ve Been Hooked where she advises us to “be brave” in order to be a successful blogger. So here is my brave submission to the Weekly Writing Challenge. This is me empathizing with two young lovers.

Him	Her
Man, she’s hot. I’d like to have her for one night.	He’s cute. I’d love to get to know him better over the next few months.
The boys will think I’m a stud if I had sex with her.	The girls will be so jealous if he were my boyfriend.
She seems kind. Maybe she won’t ridicule me if I mess up in bed.	He seems kind. Maybe he will treat me well.
If I tell her I love her, maybe she will sleep with me.	He said he loved me. I must be special.
She looked in my eyes. I hope she didn’t see the real me.	He looked into my eyes. I hope he sees the real me.
I’m naked. I wonder if she thinks I’m too small.	I’m naked. I wonder if he thinks I’m too big.
Since I can’t get love, I’ll settle for an orgasm.	Since I can’t orgasm, I’ll settle for a little love.
Did I come too soon?	Was I too innocent/dirty/wild/demure/loud/quiet?
I wonder if she liked it?	I hope he liked it?
I hope no one finds out about this.	I hope no one finds out about this.
I feel so inadequate. I gotta get out of here.	He is leaving. Was I inadequate?
Why do I keep doing this?	Why do I keep doing this?
I’m such an idiot.	I’m such an idiot.
Will I ever find someone to love me?	Will I ever find someone to love?

I really want to know what you think of this post. Do you find sex confusing? Are you unable to empathize with the opposite sex about sex? Is my portrayal completely off base? Please Share.

Other entries from Rara’s Challenge:

On the River: http://teepee12.com/2014/01/28/on-the-river/

Inside the Head of a Sporadic Three Year Old: http://onesahmscrazylife.wordpress.com/2014/01/27/inside-the-head-of-a-sporadic-three-year-old/

Fifteen Year Old Me is Disgusted: http://thecheesewhines.wordpress.com/2014/01/27/fifteen-year-old-me-is-disgusted/

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Hoping to hear from you,
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