A writer from the UK had her own Eat, Pray, Love experience except she skipped the eating and praying and got straight to the loving, but more specifically, the banging.
“I COULD not go to the pub, a party or a work event without looking at a man and saying to myself ‘that one will be next,” explained 30-year-old writer Laura Jane Williams. Williams’s sex spree crossed continents — from Europe, America and the UK — and she chronicled them all for her book Becoming: Sex, Second Chances, and Figuring Out Who the Hell I am.
But before all the banging, here’s the bad breakup that sent her spiraling into a life of bedroom debauchery.
My need for meaningless sex started after my long-term boyfriend dumped me and within a year had got engaged to my friend.
We had been dating for six years and I fell off the rails.
After he left that day I drank half a bottle of vodka and within 45 minutes had thrown it all back up again.
The heartache made me want to go and be someone else for a while.
In a fit of spontaneity, I fled to Paris to visit a friend and had my first post-heartache sexual encounter with a hot Frenchman at a party in an apartment.
Williams explained that after the first encounter that “one man was never enough.” She went after peers, colleagues, strangers and friends (both male and female) and banging her way through her address book and social media profiles.
Her stories range from embarrassing for her to embarrassing for the guy to just awful for both parties.
Another was a 19-year-old father of one who I had sex with every night for a month. I treated him like dirt — and when I ended it he chased me down his road in his pyjamas to tell me he loved me.
Eventually, she realized this addiction to banging strangers was probably not the healthiest, so she took a drastic step to make sure she didn’t bang anybody for quite a while.
I was teaching English to Italian teenagers when I finally realised I was on a destructive path and decided to change my life. So I signed up to live in an Italian convent. I moved into Chiostro di Sant’Agostino, near the seaside town of Loano in the Riveria.
I thought it was a convent with nuns, but it was actually a monastery with elderly monks, who took me in and helped me recover. I vowed to be celibate while I was there. It was amazing, the perfect place to heal and reflect.
Read more of Laura’s sexploits here.
[via The Sun]