Continuing on from my posting from yesterday, had a great evening on the patio at the Madison last night. The conclusion that I have come to is that conversations that involve a lot of beer are usually more colourful when you throw a boy into the mix. Last week it was all about Donkey Punches and Dirty Sanchezes. This week, the topics were of a more intellectual nature for the most part and yet still some how managed to turn to sex.
My Brit fetish also came up, and it seems that Adorable Geek (as the roomie has fondly nicknamed him) will not be much help when it comes to quelling said fetish. You see, it turns out that the above mentioned AG... who really is quite adorable... knows many men of the British persuasion. I can see only good things coming from this new acquaintance.
So, when the conversation turned the proverbial sexual corner...
British men + sex + Bea = Wall-eyed Irishman.
More specifically how this particular blind Irishman, though lacking in bedroom skills in the traditional sense, was able to do certain things to certain other things to a certain person, in a certain way to cause certain things to happen. Certain good things. I'm throwing it out there that if there are any boys reading this, you might want to email me to get the 411 on a certain something that might help with a certain other something when used on certain someones. A certain good something. Of course, I jest, but a word to the wise... humans have imaginative brains for a reason.
Thank you for your cooperation in this matter,