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Ah, men
I bought a foot-high resin nun and it has given me back my sex life. Not exactly a recommendation one might hear from Oprah, but it certainly has worked miracles in my part of the universe. The shiny Technicolor idol squats with Bible in hands at our bedroom door, eyes carefully averted and in constant prayer.
The topic of our poor passion had loomed between us for months, a vast unapproachable pool of raw nerves. I was not even going to stick my toe into that expanse of water. I am, however a woman and, therefore, capable of extreme deviousness and lateral thinking. It also helps that I find it close to impossible to have an emotionally intelligent conversation with anyone. After trying all of the usual things like lacy underwear, suggestive breathing, utterly filthy phone text messages to no avail, I scowled at my Battery Operated Boyfriend and headed off to the internet. God Bless Google.
Instead, I bought aphrodisiac oils from a charlatan homeopath. These claimed to be full of sexual aromas and I religiously smothered my body post bathing with half an herb garden. Nothing.
I bought red candles and rubbed them with my bodily fluids, before burning them during full moon and chanting druidic mumbo-jumbo. I stopped short of dipping a used tampon in his morning coffee, as suggested by Talitha the Great's web site. Nothing.
I went to the health shop and purchased enough herbal libido enhancers to keep a 200 year old elephant frisky, according to the product blurb. I slipped these to my beloved in amongst the vitamins. Nothing.
In a final act of desperation I bought the nun while shopping for new batteries; BoB was all worn out. At the time I felt that it would be a final act of blatant statement. Not altogether subtle, granted, but quite clear in a non-verbal sort of way. My lapsed catholic husband took one look, pursed his lips and kept quiet. Move along. Nothing to see here.
I got laid that night.
The nun stays.
Hallelujah.
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| I really enjoyed this too and its spurring me on to write more comic stuff instead of my usual poignant heart wrenching stuff! Its good to giggle! Thanks. |
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Comment by: roy - 2006-08-05 08:41
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| Hahaa.that is my best read of the day, I am going to add that story to my bookshelf. Your writing is so fluent, and easy to read. Well...I don't know if a nun will work in my bedroom, but i did buy her a BoB, and that inspired her to remember the advantages warm blooded one...so we pray to BoB and not to the nun in my bedroom... |
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Comment by: - 2006-05-29 19:56
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| Cute, personal, intimate, honoring self, life is to be experienced. I love it...It is necessary for an artist to expose his/her self and be on the edge of their nerve endings. Bravo! Lynee... |
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Comment by: iris7s9 - 2006-05-29 14:35
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That was a great read. I too would like to know if that is a real story. If it is you have a gold mine sitting there. You can start selling these little nuns and make a lot of baby-boomer wifes very happy!
Your humor and witticism stands out in this piece. Well done! |
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Hahaha. Please tell me this is a true story!
Got lost here: I scowled at my Battery Operated Boyfriend and headed off to the internet. God Bless Google.
Instead, I bought aphrodisiac oils from a charlatan homeopath.
What did Bob do wrong? Why the internet? Oils instead of what? Sorry if I'm being dense. Everything else read smoothly. |
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