So I’m having a beer with some coworkers after work. These are coworkers, not friends. I mean, I like 'em and all, but we don’t have deep personal conversations because the realm in which I know them is, y’know, work.
So I’m talking to this woman about this pretty cool little resort town she and her husband are going to this weekend for a getaway. Your basic innocuous chitchat. “Yes,” she chirps brightly, “We wanted a romantic atmosphere this weekend, because we’re going to try anal sex for the first time.” Looks at me: “We want it to be special. You know what I mean.”
Me (having just taken a sip of beer): Splort
Jeezamoe. First, I don’t know what you mean [sub]so far as you know or will ever know[/sub]. Why the hell are you looking at me? Second,
OVERSHARING!! OVERSHARING!!
To everyone except my very best friends – and including my very best friends unless I’ve had a lot to drink – I do not want to know the intimate details of your personal grooming habits, bodily functions, or sex life. If you’re about to cross the Rubicon of taking it up the ass for the first time, that’s a “dear diary” moment, not a “dear coworker at the brewpub” moment. What posessed her to tell me that?!? And how do I get rid of the image?
Unfortunately, I doubt there are enough whiskey shooters in the world to make me forget this icky little “confidence.” Blech.
Your confusion is perfectly understandable, but keep in mind that, ethnic slurs notwithstanding, Sodom was located in Ancient Palestine, not Greece. Also, the correct phrase is “to beggar the question.”
Oh, by the way, the “chocolate channel” does not, in fact, refer to a cable setting devoted to candy.
This is the extent of my knowledge of the matter at hand.
My granma moved here from Texas to live close by, and she lived in an seniors tower. She was very possessive of her old POS car, happy to be able to “get in and just go”. There was a local man who was commonly used by the folks in the tower, and my granma employed him to come by once a week to wash and Simonize her car.
She told me how once she heard a local gossip sharing her spite. Then she said “Well that Ms. Ripley, she must be pretty well off, she has a man come by once a week and sodomize her car!”
Holy shit- too bad you didn’t think to ask her how big her strap on was. And how long he had been wanting to take it in the ass. That would have flustered her up good, I imagine.
Why do people share stuff like that with folks they hardly know? No one knows, but that particular case is a major overshare violation. Didn’t you have a stun gun handy? At least you could have subdued her and run off…Ack.
Sounds like she was sounding you out on how openminded you might be to taking part in a threesome adventure. Or maybe that’s my male imagination kicking in there.
A dear friend felt compelled to share the fact she’s into B&D. Way TMI…I really don’t want details about my friends’ sex life because I’ve got a very vivid imagination and its difficult to discuss books, or movies. or even the weather when you’ve got visions of handcuffs and whips prancing in your head.
I remember a friend-actually a very close one-just, out of the blue told me that her boyfriend had gone down* on her that weekend. We were at work, and this was back in high school.
I wanted to gag. I mean, come on, I so hate people who always have to tell you all the details of their sex lives. If you have to talk about it that much, you probably aren’t getting much.
*Only she didn’t use that term…trying, “he ate me out…”
Conversely, my Friend-Who-Says-Twat-Alot[sup]tm[/sup] is someone that I do trust to talk about these things…until a couple weeks ago…when I told her in confidence that I had a swollen ovary.
How nice to hear the next day that she told about eight people at our ‘regular bar’, ahem, “J’s got twat problems…her ovaries are swollen…probably from fucking too much hahahahahha”
I don’t agree at all. I think people need to talk about bodily function stuff more. It just amazes me how little people know about their bodies, our society promotes so much ignorance in that area. A couple weeks ago a group of us were talking at a restaurant when One guy says ‘I’m glad I’m not circumsized’, at which point his girlfriend looks at him and says ‘Umm Glen you are circumsized.’ One others guy’s wife had to tell that he was, and in other couple they both thought the guy was until we went home and loaded up a ‘research’ website and let them contrast and compare.
It’s just absurd that college edjucated people don’t even know if they are cut. I’ve seen lots of other examples of people not knowing things that they should know just because its private and nobody every bothered to talk about it. I think we all need to grow the hell up and start acting like adults, instead of third graders.
Like everything else important in life, Wolfman, it comes down to manners. This was a conversation between co-workers. Not even close friends. Co-worker brings up anal sex, poster gets flustered and embarassed.
If they were talking about sex, then it’s OK to bring it up as just another topic, but they weren’t. Major sharing violation.
Kinda reminds me of the time when, sitting with a group at the Community College, an acquaintance of mine started a story with “So I was out of douche …” :eek:
And yet every sense screaming “Danger Will Robinson!” nothing would shut her up. Five minutes later, we learned yet another thing that toothpaste should never substitute for. :eek: :eek:
Bwwaahaaa!
And on a related note, for reasons I cannot understand, that phrase (Dirty Sanchez) was running through my head all day yesterday like a bad song. Hmmmmmm.
