There’s a game I love to play every so often. I made it up years ago. It’s called Honesty Hour. It’s one whole hour of complete uninterrupted truth, whether that truth be ugly, sad or bitter. The best part is all judgment is thrown out the window. I haven’t played this game with many people, but when I do, I feel so free afterward, like a heavy weight has been taken off my shoulders.
Let’s play a round now—and remember: NO JUDGING.
I miss hookup culture heavily right now. I miss being drunk off my ass in a bar as a random man wraps his arms around my waist, his hips grinding against mine. I miss the exchange of whispers in each other’s ears, our cheeks gliding against one another. I miss my lips colliding with his, the taste of Coors Light and Zyn pouches. I miss the tug on my lip as he begs me to come home with him. Oh, how I miss the sweet nicotine that would carry me…all the way into a stranger’s bed.
I miss staring into each other’s eyes, like it’s love at first sight. I miss sloppily stripping our clothes off to tangle ourselves together in bed. I miss the hot and heavy moans that come out of my mouth as he drags his tongue down my stomach. I miss the weight of a man on top of me as he pumps one last time before he falls down on the bed next to me. Oh, how I miss the heat that radiates off a man’s body onto mine…like a personal heater.
I miss waking up at the crack of dawn, phone on five percent, and crawling out of bed ever so carefully. I miss frantically looking for my glasses as I trip over the clothes from the night before. I miss giving one last kiss on the cheek as I leave knowing I would never see him again. I miss the feeling of the morning air on my face as I walk to my car. Oh, how I especially miss the silly giggles exchanged on the phone with best friend as I drive home.
And that’s my honesty. What’s yours?