Our Western Correspondent asked a good question yesterday:
"What happened to that guy with the Ph.D. in sex studies?"
Well his Ph. D. is actually in something having to do with math and economics. But he did claim some expertise in "sacred sexuality".
We had Ken over recently for dinner. Let's just say that sparks did not fly.
As Mistress reported to me after Ken went home:
"He's smart and interesting, slave.....but not particularly attractive to me."
Her calculus was that Ken was not sufficiently "macho" for her taste. Ken is tall, but a little too slight for her preference. And the nature of his affection was a tad too cloying.
"He sends me texts calling me 'sweetie'. yuck....."
As for sexual chemistry, here's what she reported. After slave did the dishes and retired upstairs, there was a chance for a little "fooling around" on our living room couch.
"We did a little kissing. He was OK. But nothing special."
But then.....
"Then he started taking off his shirt....I said 'what are you doing?"
Sounds as if she politely indicated that she had an early morning, and the nights festivities were over. He was out the door and Mistress was back in bed with me much earlier than slave had expected.
Hint to Ken: wait for the babe to start unbuttoning your shirt for you! Otherwise, leave it on!
So now Mistress is contemplating how best to tell Ken that he is being scrubbed from her prospective 'side dish' list. And she will move onto the next prospect.
Another one consigned to the dust bin of history. Where have I heard that before? Stick with it, there's just the right one out there.
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