Casual Sex?
- R
- Year:
- 1988
- 97 min
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[ Chorus ]
Ol, ol
ol, ol
Ol, ol
ol, ol
[ Man ]
Yes, sir
Ha, ha
Yes, girls
Me mind on fire
Me soul on fire
Feelin' hot, hot, hot
Party people
All around me
Feelin' hot, hot, hot
Oh, what to do
on a night like this
Music sweet
I can't resist
We need
a party song
A fundamental jam
So we go
room, boom, boom, boom
Feelin' hot, hot, hot
Feelin' hot, hot, hot
See people rockin'
Hear people chantin'
Feelin' hot, hot, hot
Keep up the spirit
Come on, let's do it
Feelin' hot, hot, hot
It's in the air
Celebration time
Music sweet
Captivate your mind
We have
this party song
This fundamental jam
So we go
room, boom, boom, boom
Feelin' hot, hot, hot
[ Woman ]
Casual Sex?
Feelin' hot, hot, hot
You gotta
be kidding.
I can't
deal with it.
Me neither.
Not anymore.
Just the thought of it
makes me paranoid.
We should introduce ourselves.
I'm Stacy.
I'm Melissa.
And right now we're both
scared of being single
and having sex.
I've always been
scared of sex.
Not me.
This is kind of embarrassing
to admit, but I remember when
it was actually fun to say,
"Wow, that really felt great.
What's your name again?"
I've never had
sex with someone
I didn't know.
For that matter I've never
said, "Wow, that felt
really great."
the best way to feel
really connected with guys.
I guess that's cause
I grew up when I did.
I wasn't much of a trendsetter
during the sexual revolution.
It would have been a lot easier
if I would have been
more like Stacy.
Melissa,
What?
came over to
where I was babysitting.
- And guess what.
- What?
We were fooling around
and guess what happened.
What?
He made me touch it!
[ Both Squeal ]
It was so weird.
It was like skin,
only different.
What color was it?
I don't know.
I didn't look at it.
I just touched it.
You never saw it?
Well, I don't know.
It felt like... orange?
[ Both Squeal ]
By senior year, I saw it.
But I still couldn't
tell you what color it was.
A month after my 17th birthday,
I finally did it...
with it.
Is that it? Did we do it?
[ Boy ]
Yeah.
It kinda hurt,
but it was good.
Yeah. Did you see
my other shoe anywhere?
By my second year of college,
I knew I couldn't put it off
any longer.
I was the only virgin
left in the dorm...
except Ronny,
who knew even less
about sex than I did.
[ Exhales ]
Please, Ronny.
You're my best male friend,
and the first time I do it...
I want it to be with someone
I'm comfortable with.
[ Sighs ]
Well-- Okay.
But let's not get
all freaked out afterwards.
Thanks. I really
appreciate it.
[ Sighs ]
I guess I should
undress now?
That would be good.
You want foreplay?
Yeah, that...
would be good.
[ Stacy ] I was especially hot
for struggling artistic types
with a lot of potential,
like Baylor Schneff,
neo-post-pop expressionist.
His lovemaking
was just like his art.
Primitive but passionate.
[ No Audio ]
Brian Ellis, lead guitarist
for Dripping Sweat.
I couldn't get enough
Gunter Kroger,
the sous-chef that trained me--
He taught me to
trust my instincts
in the kitchen.
[ Laughs ]
Stop! I can't--
Joey Egan, the closing act
at the Giggle Box--
His timing was even better
horizontally.
[ Laughs ]
But not every man in my life
was an artistic genius.
Some I must admit
were very attractive strangers.
It was the early '80s,
and sex was still a good way
to meet new people.
[ Man ]
Uh, excuse me.
I was never as adventurous
as Stacy.
Apart from that time
with Ronny, I only slept
with one other person.
Gary Erdman,
the guy I almost married.
Three-pointer!
I teach kindergarten,
and one of my kids fixed us up.
Well, actually
it was Joey's mom,
but Joey took the credit.
[ Urinating ]
God, I love the idea
of being married,
of not being by myself.
Now with Gary, I thought
I was finally comfortable
with my own sexuality.
No call. To Bird.
Inside. Off the glass.
But deep down, I guess I knew
it wasn't gonna work.
Okay, so I didn't know,
but I had a feeling.
Gary?
Mm-hmm.
Do you love me?
Sure.
I love ya.
Unbelievable! The Celtics
always get the breaks.
[ Sighs ]
Gary changed his mind.
He said he was sorry,
but he was going through
a selfish phase.
Luckily, the tags
were still on my dress,
but I couldn't return
the 600 monogrammed napkins.
Just once I'd like to wear
a sexy white dress
blowing all around me...
and not have men
run away screaming.
Just once I'd like to have
the kind of sexual experience...
where you don't have
to go to the bathroom
and cry afterwards.
I bet Marilyn cried
Probably more than once.
Everyone does.
Men too?
They can't.
They're asleep.
Maybe Melissa envied
my reckless past,
but some time
around the mid-'80s
I started regretting it.
One day I was standing in line
at the mini-mart, and I happened
to look at the magazine rack.
Time, Newsweek, People.
It was on every cover.
So, Stacy.
How are things
at the restaurant?
Oh, fine.
Yeah, when are they
gonna make you a chef?
Soon. Do you have my results?
Yeah, don't worry.
You're fine.
You tested for everything?
Yeah, I tested
for everything, okay?
And you're
perfectly healthy.
Are you sure?
I'm sure.
Good-bye, Stacy.
thank you for sparing
a formerly flirtatious,
spontaneous, and let's face it,
much too promiscuous slamhound.
You won't be sorry,
'cause from now on I swear I'll
lead a life of pure sublimation.
I'll aerobicize
I'll meditate.
I'll compose symphonies.
I'll do anything
to keep myself from ever
I'll give new meaning
to the word "celibacy."
Ooh!
Stacy, you don't
have to commit to
lifelong celibacy.
Just practice safe sex.
Safe sex. Who'd have ever
exist in the same sentence?
I don't know.
Maybe abstinence
isn't such a bad thing.
Beats sleepin' with guys
who don't call you back
afterwards.
And you and I have more
in common now that we're
both afraid of sex.
That's consoling.
I miss it.
I mean, I don't know how to
There's your boyfriend.
So what?
There's yours.
[ Snorting ]
Well, it's been 10 months
and 17 days,
and the only man
who looked safe to me
was Dr. Goodman.
And I wasn't
attracted to him.
Then it seemed like I wasn't
attracted to anybody,
and that scared me
more than AIDS did.
Where were you?
God, I'm sorry.
I got a great surprise.
What?
This is where we're going
on our vacation.
Okay.
"Oasis Health Spa."
They're all exercising.
That's not a vacation.
There's all kinds
of social events.
Look. There's dancing, parties.
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