Old Blog Post # 3

Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Eggs Rock My World.

I had been talking with a guy for awhile, and we decided it was time to meet. He seemed like a pretty normal guy so I was pleased. Whether or not our conversations would be at the same level was a different story.

Enter he and I into a coffee shop.

We take seats at a bistro table in the corner and begin chatting.

I was beginning to get aggravated when I'd make a very blunt, to the point, statement, and was questioned with "tell me more," or "why?" There was no "tell me more," and there was no "why." It was just a statement. I was then called "modest" because I wouldn't elaborate. It was beginning to get frustrating, and my patience was wearing thin.

Our conversation moved onto sex, in general. He had said he was both passive and aggressive, but it "depended."

Me: "Depends on what?"

Him: "Whether a woman is ovulating or not."

Me: coffee went into my nasal cavity

Him: "I have a very keen sense of smell."

Me: "excuse me?"

Him: "When a woman is ovulating it really turns me on."

Now I know why there are so many unplanned pregnancies.