So, I have been trying to write a post, and I’m torn. You see, I have something very sexy to write. What’s the problem, you might say? Well, I also had the most mortifying thing happen to me during this sexy thing.
I’m pretty sure that the mortifying thing could be the funniest thing to ever grace the pages of this blog. Only because I’m able to laugh at myself (and to be honest, because it didn’t ruin the whole event). If not, I would have crawled under a rock and never come back out.
I can write the sexy bits, no problem – well at least as sexy as I’m able to write. But as soon as I mention the embarrassing bit, it will become a comedy.
Perhaps I just need to embrace both parts of the experience – because my blog always reflects my real life. I’m not sure my words can do either part justice. I will give it the good ‘ole college try. And I welcome any suggestions, as always.
I will try to get it written by early next week, but I’m away this weekend which makes it a bit more difficult.
But just for fun, I will tell you the two titles I have been pondering for this blog post:
The sexy version: “Yet another threesome | or why bi-guys are more fun”
The funny version: “The real measure of your lovers are how they respond when you…during sex” (you didn’t think I would give away the surprise, did you?)