The Rebound List
by Hedonist Six
Publication Date: February 24, 2017
Genres: Adult, Women’s Fiction, Romance, Contemporary
After nearly four years with Jeff, everything fell apart. I found myself single, scared, but somehow liberated as well. Rather than stumble into another ill advised relationship, my best friend Sally helped me find focus. I would spend the next few months “finding myself” sexually. That’s how The Rebound List was born.
My journey begins with the first item on my list – a virgin. But it’s not easy to go from squeaky-clean committed girlfriend to wanton sex goddess. Hopefully I’ll have the guts to follow through!
What (or whom) would you do to celebrate your freedom after your first serious relationship breaks down?
The ad titled ‘sick of being a virgin’ captures my attention immediately. It’s written by a guy in his twenties who explains in the understatement of the century that he’s never had much luck with relationships: he’s never been with anyone. I have trouble focusing on the entire text because his profile picture keeps inviting me to stare.
His eyes hold me like a deer caught in headlights. He’s got a bit of a hipster thing going with slightly too long, light brown hair and a goatee. How the hell did he make it this far without so much as a date? Not even a kiss. What’s the catch?
I’ve no choice: this ad, the timing. It’s all a sign, I was meant to find his profile. I nearly forget to breathe when I see his location, barely twenty minutes away from me. Perfect; I must try to pursue him.
It looks like he has spent quite some time fleshing out his profile; he’s trying to give this site a good go while also remaining anonymous beyond his picture and location. His name isn’t mentioned anywhere and that suits me just fine. To me he’s a concept: a few pictures and an assortment of likes, dislikes and worries, but not quite yet a fully formed person.
Supply and demand; he wants a certain experience, as do I. Really, the less I know the better, if I’m going to be successful and avoid emotional entanglement along the way.
He writes that he worries he’d disappoint and has considered visiting an escort, but so far not gone through with that plan. His fear is that all other guys are experienced, whereas he so obviously isn’t. That can change, sweetheart, and no payment will be needed. He blames his lack of game on his larger physique which practically breaks my heart. Whoever led him to believe that was not just cruel, but mistaken as far as I’m concerned.
I keep hovering over the message button. Or should I just send him a friend request? I wish I knew what would be the right way of handling this, but I doubt anyone’s ever written a self-help book on this topic. ‘How to hook up with a virgin on Fetlife’. Too bad, I’d love to read it.
Instead of acting on my impulses straightaway, I decide to grab myself a glass of wine and think. Willing and nearby virgins don’t grow on trees I imagine, not of this calibre anyway. I can’t afford to fuck this up.
Finally I take a deep breath and type out a message to him. Perhaps it would be best to just be honest. The wine is starting to give me a pleasant buzz by now, which definitely helps.
‘Hi, I read your personal ad and felt compelled to respond. Just as many men would love to be someone’s first, the opposite can be true as well. And frankly I’m surprised you’ve not had more luck so far, because I think you’re very attractive. If you like, send me a friend request and perhaps we could see where this goes?’
Too forward or not enough? I can’t decide if I come across as an idiot and decide to just send it before heading to the kitchen for a refill. Chilled white wine isn’t the best drink for this cold weather. Or perhaps it’s the nerves giving me shivers.
Sitting back down with the full glass in hand, I notice one notification: a request. I guess maybe he doesn’t think I’m that much of an idiot after all. Although my heart is racing, my nerves are dulled just enough to transform my earlier anxiety into excitement.
When I hit ‘accept’, his name appears in the little chat box to the side of the page, but I don’t get the chance to think about it too much. His profile reveals extra photographs which weren’t available before and I’m hopelessly distracted. Oh my, I can see why he would’ve set them to be hidden from his public profile because by the end, nothing is left to the imagination.
They say women are less visual than men, and while that may be true, I can certainly appreciate the view. He’s beautiful in a way that an airbrushed underwear model could never be. My wish of wanting something new and totally unlike Jeff may just turn into reality. Jeff was skinnier than average and very boyish and hairless, this guy looks more towards the other end of the spectrum on both counts. If he were gay, I guess he might be referred to as a bear.
It hits me that I’ve spent years being very naive about my sexuality. I never looked at anyone with quite the same mind-set as what I’m doing now and it surprises me how aroused I’m becoming.
Taking a sip from my glass, I’m having a hard time looking away. Not only could I imagine myself having sex with him—which in itself is out of character for me—I am already obsessively fantasising about it. Merely the thought of what it might feel like to touch his chest is starting to make me wet.
I’m done for; I’ve found my first mark.
ABOUT HEDONIST SIX
Call me “H.” or Hedonist if you prefer. I’m a Romance writer based in London and I’ve always been a dreamer, though it didn’t occur to me to write down the stories I kept dreaming up until 2012. You’ll not find flowery language and poetry in my work. What you will find though is believable characters, none of whom perfect, going through life and trying to find happiness. Just like the rest of us.
I first started writing because I craved to see more of “my kind of books” on the shelves. In any scenario, you’ll find me rooting for the underdog. The (emotionally) scarred hero who hasn’t really had much (or any) luck in love. The shy office worker who wants to pursue the man of her dreams, but hasn’t quite mustered the courage yet. All my characters are beautifully flawed and messed up, in a way that makes them perfect for one another.