Woot! Provocative title! Here's the thing: we often refer to people as "sluts" and "whores" 1) as if it's a bad thing, and 2) without a really clear definition of what we mean. I jokingly have referred to myself as one before, and more than once have called the boys I've slept with such titles.
It never really crossed my mind as something to worry about until a couple weeks ago. I had gone to Chicago for the early part of spring break to visit my sister, and while I was there, I remembered that Lucius was originally from Chicago and that he was likely there for spring break as well.
On March 4th, as I was headed to the airport to catch my flight, I sent him a text confirming that he was in the Chicago area.
He replied in the affirmative, but noted that he didn't recognize my phone number.
I messaged him back my "Jack - Jan 10" hoping to jog his memory.
There was a pause.