um… monday? yeah, that’s when karaoke is. so monday
Grrr. Probably next Friday night. I could have gotten some last night but I stayed up an hour extra and by the time I went to bed the wife wasn’t interested anymore.
I got it almost daily before I got married. Now I’m lucky if I get it twice in a week.
I hope I still get it daily,
even as married.
Ok… I don’t get it.
I said I don’t get it I meant the earlier joke. But as for sex, well, I don’t get that either but I guess that is my choice. I am thinking about one of my friends becoming my FB. We talk about it and he really wants to but I haven’t made up my mind yet if I will or when.
I have no clue. If I’m lucky, it’ll be soon with someone who’s at least decent in bed.
The actual time in question turned out to be 8:14 p.m.
Well, Cosmopolitan, if there’s anything I can do for you…
Oh, by the way, I’m shooting (no pun intended) for tonight.
To paraphrase Nathan Arizona - “It is now exactly 3:50 in the P.M.” I expect for my SO and I to be thoroughly enjoying ourselves in about 3 hours and 10 minutes (give or take).
Superdude;
Hey baby, bring it on! Maybe. Well, yeah, okay…Bring it on!!
quote:
Superdude
I’m shooting (no pun intended) for tonight.
Maybe you don’t want to have sex with me after all, 'cause I am, apparently, dumb. It took me about a minute to get the pun 
Duh.
Well I wasn’t sure, but apparently tommorrow.
He said, no way, he was just to busy, he had a thousand things he just had to do tommorrow so he couldn’t possible come over. Then I casually mentioned something I wanted to do to him that I didn’t get a chance to do last time and suddenly his whole day way free 
.
I mean “was free”
7:45 p.m. So sue me for 15 minutes.
Montfort said:
No, 1979 was pre-sex. I had 21 years of pre-sex, 13 years of sex, and now almost three years of post-sex. As you can see, I’ve had a lot less sex than non-sex.
whatdayaknow… I was right
About the psychic joke…I heard it a bit differently, and tell it with the same elements I heard it. I haven’t had to explain it to anyone yet, so who knows. Different crowds?
It was a researcher for the Kinsey institute, who devised a way to get correct answers despite people’s tendency to lie, exaggerate, and cheat on sex tests. He would ask how often you had sex, for instance, and watch the size of your smile. He correctly guessed for years and years until one day a 70 year old man heard the question and got a grin the size of Texas. “Once a week?” said the researcher. The man shook his head. “Twice a week?” he asks. Again no. “Once a day?” Again no. “TWICE a day?” Again no. “I give up,” he says, “I have no idea.”
“Once a year,” says the man.
“Once a YEAR? But…you were smiling!” gasps the researcher.
“Yeah, tonight’s the night!”
Corr, who still has no idea when, and whose nearest prospect is after Christmas
Tonight. Probably around 8-ish. (Today I move out to live with the fiancee. Plane gets in at 7:20pm.) I can gloat because I’ve endured insufficient sex for the last year with patience and good humor, as long as one defines good humor as “huddled in the corner, rocking and sobbing”.
I’m waiting, doll. Come on!
I dunno. I’m thinking probably never.
There is an explaination to qualify this, however. It’s not that I am avoiding sex, it’s that I’m avoiding human relationships that tend to crash and burn. I’ve been unlucky in them in the past 8 years and I’m just tired of being hurt; and in my life, no relationship=no sex. No commitment=no sex. Most men I meet and date don’t like that, so I’ll likely never have sex again.