The So Not Work Friendly Blog
You know, there are a lot of things you just never want to share with other people, or you don't want them to share with you: underwear, demon possessions, chocolate cookies or details about your sex life.
Let me explain...
Wow, if there's any quicker way to clear this little bit of nowhere, damned if I know what it is.
And yet, I am dismayed to confess that I am perhaps not quite the romantic, or at least above-average lover as I'd once believed myself to be. However, recent events have brought to light the fact that I may yet be required to "level up" as it were, or at the very least crack open one of those Nora Roberts books Mel is trying to get me to read and take a lesson or two from those pages.
Herein is pretty much a word for word conversation between Mel and myself regarding the issue in question:
It's about 10am-ish. I'm lounging in the living room, and Mel strolls in.Mel: ^-^ "Morning!"
Me: "Hello. Sleep well?"
Mel: ^-^ "Yep! I guess I was really tired last night."
Me: "So I gathered."
Mel: [???] "What do you mean by that?"
Me: "Well, for starters...you fell asleep during the foreplay."
Now somewhere around here, Mel blushes profusely as she thinks back to the previous evening, and realizes there's an inherent lack of memories on her part.Mel: o.O;; "I, uh, hope you're not offended."
Me: "Well, nothing says 'I love you' quite like that."
Mel: "I'm sorry?"
Me: -.-;;;;;;; [sulking] "You so owe me foreplay now."
And so in honour of my wondrous lack of ability to keep Mel awake, here's the reason you definitely don't want to be looking at this little bit of nowhere at your workstation:
posted by Phillip at 6:06 PM
