No. This isn't about "Plan B". Or any other silly method to kill what happens when you decide to do the grown up. This isn't about drinking coke, or going number 1 to wash away all the juices. This is about the other pill you have to take. The pill that makes your mind wander all day, the one where you question your decision to invite someone in to your most "private" place. This is the pill you take when you realize that you gave of yourself with the expectation of getting something...other than sex.
I have really close male friends who seem to believe that there are women who can operate with the same willy-nillyness of men with their sex. They seem to think that there are women who can really just have sex with no other expectation. WRONG ANSWER (with the exception of porn stars, of course). I'm no expert, but even if a woman tells you she doesn't care, SHE DOES! Women are the greatest decepticons, LoL! That's not really funny, but it is oh so true.
So, you play the sideline and wait until he wants your warm bed to stay in. Even after falling asleep on tear stained pillows questioning who you've become for companionship, you don't have the nerve to tell him you want more. You NEED more. You were designed for more. You deal. You settle. You swallow...The Pill.
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