Sunday Morning Sunshine

Yes, the sun is shining and I have no pain from last night. Ah, must be that good Irish blood.

Women talk dirty. Nasty. Yes, men will talk dirty too. "Nice rack", "now there's a cute ass", stuff like that. But you won't catch a group of men together and one will say "my woman is good but when she touches her ear lobes with her knees it's like heaven". Not happening.

But get a group of women together and a couple of drinks and it all comes out. In very graphic detail. And gentlemen, every woman in that group knows all the details about you. Down to the millimeter. And if you haven't been good to your woman your proud 157 mm could become 145 mm in the conversation. (you can check for the conversion from metric here). And we won't even go into your performance there, stud. They know about that, too, and it's not a pretty tale, Casanova.

I did learn some useful information, at least for single guys. Apparently the phases of a relationship as it progresses are 1) swallow 2) spit and 3)"You want me to do what?" So now, when arriving at phase 2, I'll have to give serious consideration about the relationship in it's entirety. ;-)