When I first opened Sexr I was going through a variety of emotions. I was anxious to see what it was like, nervous since I wasn’t familiar with this world and proud for being brave enough to download it. 

So I set up my profile, chose some daring pictures, just kidding, some pictures that didn’t reveal my face and I felt as though I was ready. Immediately I was getting texts from a range of people, closer to my age and older.

“How’s it going sexy?

“You send feet pics?

“Hi”

“Gen fr Yngr”

What am I looking at here? I thought. I tried keeping contact with people but it was a lot. It went from “Hi” To “Photo Received.” real quick. And when I would open photos It would result in a scream, either of excitement or from being shocked. 

I’m not going to sit here and act like I was all goody two shoes, I knew what I was getting into. I knew people sent photos and were only on the app for one thing. It’s literally a hookup app. But after being on the app for 30 minutes or so the block button became my best friend. I did start talking to someone who seemed pretty nice, his name was Fernando and we talked for a little bit.

“So what are you looking for Jason?

“ Fun I guess.” I replied

The app says you live pretty close.”

“Yeah 3 miles not bad.”

Ok, this conversation may look dry as hell but what did you really expect? On Sexr meeting decent people and holding a conversation with someone is pretty rare, yep, learned that quickly as well. Anyways, We went on for like 30 minutes or so, which is literally a whole year in Sexr time and I felt comfortable enough to meet him.

When I tell you the anxiety was real, I was so nervous. Meeting a random stranger has a lot of risks and my imagination runs wild so after telling him to pick me up in an hour I took a shower, brushed my teeth, and told my mom I’m hanging out with a friend. I also packed my string bag with lube you know, just in case. 

We planned to just have oral sex you know, baby steps, maybe some foreplay. I’m the type of person who’d rather be safe than sorry so after getting what I believed was everything I felt ready. But, I definitely wasn’t ready mentally.

I definitely needed some liquid courage so I may have had a few gulps of vodka… No comment there. I was nervous ok? Don’t judge.

Waiting for him to arrive was so nerve-racking. Seconds were turning into minutes and I kept peeking out the window to check if he was here.

I’m fine, not nervous, I’m fine. I thought to myself.

I was only able to calm myself down for a minute or two until my phone suddenly vibrated. I slowly reached my phone from my pocket and my eyes widened in response to the text that I just received.

“I’m here.”