…is the latest catch phrase according to a new report.
Leave it to the Gen-X crowd to come up with that one. Obviously they have yet to be medicated, and secondly, they haven’t got a fucking clue about life yet.
Guys revealing their inner most desires when it comes to what turns them on is nothing new. Selfish bastards!
They say they like girls who go down on them because that doesn’t happen that often…
Excuse me while I puke?
I call Bullshit on this one! Just ask the Hubby!
In my limited experience with dating, the first thing out of a guys mouth was definitely not my ‘gina’.
Maybe I missed the class in semaphore they offered in high school that said go here not there!
Another biggie that came to ‘light’ in this report is that guys like girls who like having sex with the lights on. Some said they’d like to do it under a spot light so they could see every inch of whom they were about to do.
AT MY AGE…
Not only would this make me uncomfortable, I don’t know that I could suck my stomach in that long. My biggest complaint is that this ‘revelation time’ could add an extra hour to what should take under ten minutes.
Romantic Interlude under the SPOTLIGHT:
Me: “Are you done yet?”
Him: “I think you’re going to have to roll over one more time, I think I missed a spot. Can you move the light closer?”
I begrudgingly move the freaking light.
Me: “Why is this taking so long, are you fucking blind?”
Him: “I didn’t know it was going to take this long, okay?”
Me:“What are you saying?”
Him: “Ah…absolutely nothing!”
I begrudgingly roll over.
Me: “Then what was the hmmmm for?”
Him: “Do you want to walk in the morning?”
Me: “WHAT?……Why do you ask?”
Him: “I don’t know, just thought we could use some exercise.”
Him: “What, I’m just sayin…”
Me: “I’ve got a suggestion too! Why don’t you just roll yourself over and get some sleep.”
Me: “Nite, nite!”
If hubby had to take that extra time to scan every part of me we’d probably end up not having sex. With two kids still living at home our time’s limited to stolen moments so there will never be a spotlight in the bedroom. Besides that, I don’t want to always wonder whether this is another one of those obviously un-obvious fat checks?
At this juncture of my life the words ‘sexual napalm’ bring to mind my ever constant problem…my mid-life gas tank.
Now there’s sexual napalm I can relate to.
I’ve learned over the years to keep a spare pack of GasX in my bedside table in case I see that glint in hubby’s eyes. There’s a lot of things we let slide in our long time marriage but the passing of gas during a romantic interlude is not something we can let go. There has to be rules and this falls into the top ten.
This theory has been tested here and there, when on rare occasion we’d pull out ‘the book’ and try on a few Karma Sutra positions. Most of the time I’d just stare at the pictures completely dumbfounded. I’d sit there wondering whether, if even in my twenties I could ever accomplish some of these positions!
This is where you double up on the GasX!
I know last time we tried one of those convoluted twisted up, twirling, crazy ass positions it wasn’t exactly what I’d call fun. Shortly after the paramedics left claiming that our dilemma did not constitute what they’d call an actual emergency…I put that book away.
If I want to look that ridiculous I’ll just dust off our Twister game so everyone can laugh their ass off!
I’ll tell you what sexual napalm is.
It’s when your guy takes out the garbage without you having to ask ten times. It’s when they don’t drop their clothes on the floor in their normal heap because they know you’ll go into maid mode as soon as you get out of bed. It’s when they look at you ‘that’ way without you wondering if there’s something wrong with your hair/makeup/clothes/size. It’s when they see that little bit of cottage cheese hanging down at the bottom of your butt but they hold their tongue. It’s when they hold your hand when you least expect it. It’s when……………