According to Wikipedia, Sexting is the act of sending sexually explicit messages, primarily between mobile phones. And, if you do a quick Google search, it’s clear to see that in the last 10-15 years, Sexting is a trend that pretty much everyone, and Cosmopolitan have jumped on board.
When you think about it, sexting is kind of fun. Sending your partner naughty little notes throughout the day. Sometimes they can be a little bit funny, and sometimes borderline raunchy. But, that’s the fun of it. It’s just another tool to add joy to your sex life. And that’s what your sex life should be right? Fun, amazing, mind-blowing, earth shattering…etc. etc.
I think however, before one starts the art of the sext, they should probably make sure they stick to a very important ground rule:
Make sure you can trust the person you’ve sexted. You’d be surprised at how many of my girlfriends have shown me a dick-pic from someone they were encountering. Always hilarious – because for some reason, when a penis is seen out of context, they are quite funny. I once even witnessed a creepy video. Unfortunately I can’t un-see that video. It’s 40 seconds of my life that I can never get back. AND, be sure you double check who the recipient is before you send. No one wants to be Anthony Weiner.
- This past week, I sent Mr. Opposite a pic of me looking hideous at the hair salon. I also commented on the photo saying ‘roar, I’m a monster, roar roar.’ I did this because I love annoying him. Except that I didn’t send it to my manfriend, I sent it to my co-ordinator. The pic looked something like this:
- I once sent a text to Mr. Opposites mom saying, ‘when you get home, I’m going to cuddle the shit out of you.’ Luckily she laughed it off, and said it could have been much worse. It was embarrassing and funny.
- I also, once sent a group text to Mr. Opposite and his brother telling him that I took my pill. Jesus. What’s that all about?
And since, I cannot seem to control who I send my texts too, I cannot be responsible for who would get my sexts, therefore, such naughty little quips do not leave my phone…that often.