Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Titty slap

Next Wednesday, A.S. has his oral defense at Clemson, which means he will be technically finished with graduate school (knock on wood fast). His manuscript is due a month from then, but that is apparently a mere technicality, evidenced by the flight that leaves a millisecond after he gets his presentation pass/fail on Wednesday morning...to go look at Mexican titties in Baja. I'm trying not be particularly pointy about this little male bonding excursion, but the mind races immediately, doesn't it? Mexico? Bachelor Party? Naked women? Cheap prescriptions?

Granted, A.S. is not really the chest thumping type. He's really pretty damn refined, but still...I seriously doubt that he and all his buddies will be merely surfing the whole time. There will be titties.

And those titties, they will not be mine.

4 comments:

Nothing But Bonfires said...

I knocked on a large variety of wood surfaces, until I realized they were nearly all wood laminate. Bloody cheap office.

Wordnerd said...

Umm...he won't look. My hubby said he didn't look. So, I, umm, believe him. So should, umm, you.

Luck to him on Wednesday, by the way!

Vivian to Some said...

Eh, guys like boobies. It's one of the great truths of the universe. What're you gonna do?

Marcheline said...

That is extremely frustrating, I agree. The fact that the boobies they ogle in Mexico are "meaningless" boobies doesn't make you feel any better. In fact, it almost makes it worse. It kind of dehumanizes boobies in general. Which sucks. Plus, if you make a big deal about it, then you look like you're insecure. If you act like it's fine with you, then it's like you're condoning it, which you aren't.

The only thing you can do is leave a couple of boxes of extra large condoms in the bathroom cupboard, and when he asks about them, just say they were left over from your last boyfriend.

Just kidding.

Tell him you bought them "just in case".