Saturday, April 25, 2009
Once more, the little social editor in my head is not working.
I visited with a friend twice on my California trip - and his inertia just started to get under my skin. He jokes about his "boring life" but makes no effort to do anything different...doesn't want to meet someone I think he might befriend, because it would "take time," doesn't want me and Pheromone Girl to try to think of ways to get his book (he's an author) out in front of people ("that would take time to talk to her about it"), etc.
So over lunch, I looked him right in the eye and said, "So if a gorgeous woman took you out on a great date and then offered to suck you off, would you say, 'Sorry, that would require me to spend time taking off my pants?'"
Without blinking, he says, "No - that's sex - that's different!"
He must not have been too offended because he bought lunch :)