No, I Don’t Want To Chill
By: Honey, The Writer
So here’s the scenario: late last year one of my high school classmates reached out to me and wanted to take me out to dinner. I agreed because I'm seldom one to turn down a free meal (I put free in italics for a reason). Our date went fine. A few days later he asked if I minded if he came over to my house to chill. I said sure. I turned on an episode of Survivor’s Remorse, a 30-minute comedy that airs on Starz.
About 15 minutes in I could tell he was agitated so I asked him what was wrong. He said nothing and that he had to leave. About an hour later he texted me and said, I thought we were going to fuck. I mean that’s what chill means right. Hol’ on, bish whet? Needless to say I lost his number.
But that leads me into my question, when did the word “chill” become synonymous with sex. Don’t get me wrong this is just an example of a guy taking “let’s chill” as “hey boy, come bend this back in”
Maybe I’m old school maybe I’m naïve but my definition of chill means getting to know each other in a laid back home setting, maybe watching a movie, just hanging out no sex involved. And apparently, “Netflix and chill” means “aye girl gimme that pussy.”
But what pisses me off about the whole “chilling” thing is the how angry a dude gets when you take the word at its original meaning. Newsflash Fellas: She Doesn’t Owe You The Pussy. If I wanted to have sex with you I wouldn’t code it and call it something it’s not I just put it out there. Fellas, if she wants to have sex with you she’ll will and if she doesn’t, she doesn’t.
I said all of that to say this “No, I don’t want to chill.” “No, I don’t want to watch your Netflix and chill. I have my own account.” “No, I don’t want to watch a movie.”
I’ve said all of that to say this “say what you mean”. Who knows? Maybe she wants to just sex you too. But also if you invite her over to chill and she doesn’t want to have sex with you, don’t get mad it’s her body and no she isn’t a “dick tease”. She just won’t feeling you like that.
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