I have this friend who likes to tell me all about her sex life. She is going to remain nameless, because I would end up dead if I called her out so publicly. Anyway that’s what girls do. We tell each other about our sex lives…or lack there of. Well she likes to give me lots and lots of details. It’s like listening to porn with none of the benefits.
It’s very graphic and borderline obscene. I’m delighted that she is having a blast, but it’s uncomfortable I tell you. It’s like I can feel what innocence I have left slowly fade away every time I listen to her talk. Some things should just stay private. I can’t even look at this guy. I feel dirty just saying hello.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not a prude. I don’t mind having girl talk. Sharing stories is fun. I can share stories all day long. Well…you can share stories all day long and I can listen. The point is that if I’m not reading a trashy romance novel or watching some form of adult entertainment, there is no reason whatsoever for me to be subjected to anything that writhes and throbs. It’s not right I tell you!
My friend and I have had a talk about this. She promises not to go into any more graphic details in the future and I promise not to cringe when I hear her say, “So last night…”
