IS your sex life a barren wasteland of involuntary celibacy? Here’s how to unconvincingly claim you’re absolutely fine with that:
‘I don’t want meaningless one-night stands’
Only makes sense if abandoning a lifestyle of regular one-night stands. Which you haven’t. It’s as convincing as a fox going into an empty henhouse and saying: ‘Actually I was thinking of going vegan anyway. It’s better for the environment.’
‘I’ve got a lot of hobbies’
And as we all know, going for long walks with the Ramblers Association is every bit as exciting as sex. That’s why teenage boys spend every waking minute thinking about losing their Cheddar Gorge hike virginity. If your sexual needs are being met by mountain biking, you’ve gone astray and give your seat a good wipe.
‘I’m waiting for the right person’
Simply waiting for something to happen is not a great strategy, whether it’s a free pizza being mistakenly delivered or you’re Stalin in 1941. You’ve got to be realistic – and that may mean lowering your standards from a Gal Gadot lookalike into blowjobs and watching you build Airfix kits.
‘I’m playing the field’
Check you are actually doing this. Being single while pulling once every decade isn’t ‘playing the field’, it’s ‘being massively deluded’. Women rarely say they are ‘playing the field’, either due to society’s double standards or realising it’s bullshit.
‘I wouldn’t want to bring children into this world’
This is putting the cart before the horse, or rather the child before the shag, and the state of the world is a truly lame excuse. The kid’s chances of not dying in a nuclear or environmental holocaust are actually decent. It’s the kind of crap pompous Guardian readers come out with so frankly sex shouldn’t be a problem because there’s enough of them about.
‘I’ve got great friends’
But you can’t f**k them. Unless you’re a heterosexual bloke with a very understanding relationship with Dave, Gav and Darts Andy. Really it suggests you’ve given up because of lack of sexual confidence, but look at the losers who do get a shag. You’d be quite a catch for those sweaty, misshapen, boring lard-arses, so get out there.
