I guess in a nutshell, I'm socially adept or generally a smooth talker with women. Once I have their number - something that's pretty easy to grab - it's only a matter of time before sexual tension leads to sexting of some sort, usually before we've had any intimacy at all. After sexting, I have a wave of guilt as I realize I'm not even remotely attracted to them or the concept of hooking up with them. They were just someone that wanted me, and I them, in that moment. However, it's hard to return to the way it was before knowing that I can't stand the thought of them, let alone fucking them. I don't even like the idea of casual sex. It's so gross and irresponsible.

So let's take tonight, right? I get this girl's number. We inevitably end up sexting. Big finish, shazam. Say goodnight. Now I realize, dick deflated, that I don't care about her, for her looks, her principles or anything. I'm perfectly fine with blocking her, so I do. But even now, as my refractory period eases off, I feel a lust for her. She has made it clear that she wants me. But I'm struggling with it since I know I don't like her.

I've always had a really hard time with this. I don't know what to do about it. On one hand, I could live recklessly and just fuck any girl that seems interested. On the other, my mind knows that I'm just signing up for hurt feelings and a dangerous ride with many potholes (STDs, pregnancy, stalkers [yep, have had a few]).