So how’s the sex life?
Of? Bees? Trees?
You. Who else would I be interested in?
Oh. You’d be interested in the sex life of the 83 year old grandma crossing the road right now, I know you.
Nooo. Eeeks. Ok. You know me. I would. That would be academic interest though. Of whether it’s the grandma that initiates or the grandpa. Or when did they last have sex. Or did they know this was the last time they were at sex when they were having it? Imagine. One day will come when it will be the very last. What a miserable life it shall be after that. But we won’t know it was the last, that’s some consolation. Maybe for last 25 years of our life we won’t have sex, can you imagine that?
I don’t think so far ahead.
Who is asking you to. Ok so how far have you to look behind to be able to answer my question. Minutes, hours, days?
I don’t remember and i am not going to count.
So it’s not minutes or hours.
My memory doesn’t extend beyond minutes.
So it could be? One hour or two since you got laid? I don’t like that phrase though. Got laid.
Could be. Could be not. What’s not to like about it?
It belies the joy one gives and gets. It’s cold. Almost cynical. I shall use the phrase heaven trip.
Who said it was heaven? Might be a fun trip to hell!!
Hahaha wow I love it when you are sassy and bold.
I always am. Just not with you.
Yeah. Forget that. Karma. I am used to denial of earthly pleasures in thought and action and conversation. So what was it? Heaven or hell?
Heaven the way hell should be. You think about these things too much. How was it, was it good how would you describe it. Most normal people just enjoy themselves for a while and get on with the business of living.
But we already established you aren’t normal people. So it makes sense to ask. I may be intrusive but I am not irrational.
That you are. Very intrusive.
I am not. But I often wonder since I am already tagged why shouldn’t I ask you intrusive questions everyday?
That’s because you are a coward. I know in your head you ask me questions everyday.
Yes. I do. So I should ask them to your face. Everyday. Three questions. A. Did you make a heaven trip? B. What route did you catch? You ain’t going to answer anyway but asking them would be so filling, i’d be walking on air just by asking them. Everyday. Without fail. Without boredom or monotony. You would pretend they were never asked and both of us would be so happy.
So whats stopping you? And C?
No. I said two.
You said three.
Third question comes from that awful part of me which I hate and can’t kill. I will one day.
One day. Then I will love myself much better.