I know I’ve had plenty of moments where my mouth ran ahead of my brain, we all have. See someone who’s normally casual all dressed up and ask “who died?” only to find out they really did have a funeral to go to, for instance. Another time a co-worker bit my head off for not telling her that one of the bosses (who happened to be related to me) had cancer and was undergoing chemo, she made an unfavorable crack about his ‘new’ short hairstyle and felt like the worlds biggest boob when he explained why he had no hair.
Last night was a new personal record of inappropriate phrasing, although this time I got to be the righteously indignant party instead of the one with the foot in my mouth.
A guy I’m seeing had a vasectomy ten days ago, last night was our first time making sure the…uh…everything still functioned correctly. Being the sweet, loving, nurturing type that I am, I was sorta kissing the booboo to make sure it was all better,eh? Naturally, due to the invasive nature of the booboo, I had to do a very thourough job of it. During which my fella kept up a pleasant stream of vocal feedback, lots and lots of affirming and a few invocations to a higher power, typical stuff.
Suddenly, in the same sporadic rambling way, he blurts out his appreciation as “Wow, you’re so good at this you’re, like, a professional!”
All activity ceased as that background noise filtered thru to my head and I realized wtf he’d just said.
“Dude! You just called me a whore!”
“No! No way! Of course I didn’t!!”
“What didja mean then, those other professional BJ givers that aren’t ho’s?!”
“No! OMG, no, baby, I’m so sorry, I just meant, omg, I’d never, blah blah blah”
Great googly moogly, boys are stupid!
Ok, help me out, tell me about a huge brain>mouth disconnect you suffered, from either side.