My general rule is that if it's something you would absolutely not be comfortable with your significant other knowing, you've crossed some sort of line.""I'd been dating my boyfriend for a year and a half when I flew to L. Along the way, we picked up a few guys, who later bought us tons of drinks.
As we got more and more drunk, the girls got flirtier with each other, and the guys were egging us on.
Turned out he was a famous agent, owned a fabulous art collection, was smart and funny, and, to top it all off, he was single.
(I'd been dating someone for five years.) When we landed, he asked for my number and called me at my hotel that very night, inviting me to a private party for one of my favorite actors.
Even though he'd often joked that he found it hot when women made out with each other, I decided not to tell him about the wild night I'd had.""I think the media puts so much focus on how hot it is for girls to kiss—and how much it turns guys on to watch two girls together—that women are now much more curious than they used to be.
Add alcohol, peer pressure and the freedom of being in a different town, and mistakes happen.
He was the first guy I slept with, the first I brought home to my parents, the one I spent every holiday and birthday with.