Jason says "read this blog!"
Just when I'm about to sign the DNR papers for this blog something comes along and inspires me to write another post. One of these days Jason Segel will come to his senses and beg me to befriend him. I just hope he isn't waiting to see the 365th reason. It may take years.



365 Reasons Why...An Explanation

Well, hello there (said in a very sexy voice). You're looking quite lovely today. Welcome to my blog. Feel free to take off your shoes and get comfortable, maybe leave a comment or two. This started out as kind of a funny thing to do after I blew a phone conversation with Jason, but I've found I really enjoy writing every day and researching new and interesting things about my future BFF. In January I met Jason at a comedy club and the few words we shared only reinforced my belief that he and I would get along famously. As a dear friend of mine recently said, "why wouldn't he want to be friends with you - you're awesome!" Perhaps the 365 reasons in this blog may just convince Jason of what I already know to be true: separately, our awesomeness is great; combined, it may be enough to take over the world. If you want to be one of my esteemed followers, simply click on the 'follow' button toward the bottom of the page. Come on, you know you want to.



Thursday, March 18, 2010

Reason 108

Weird sex fetishes. Most people probably wouldn't think it looking at meek, lil' ol' me, but I am quite liberal and open-minded when it comes to what consenting adults do in the bedroom (or car or office or on a Ferris Wheel...well, you get the idea). In college I toyed with becoming a sex therapist and after graduation I applied to work at Babeland, an incredible woman-owned toy shop in Seattle. In my Human Sexuality class I was the only one who researched the somewhat titilating topic of masturbation, while everyone else took the safe route, presenting on such vanilla topics as aphrodesiacs and the dangers of internet porn. Yawn. Jason, I will support whatever weird, kinky stuff gets your motor running, and I promise to listen to your bedroom tales without judgment. So, what are you into? Clowns? Real Dolls? Furries? Funky Mormon underwear? Fly your freak flag high, Jason. I can handle it.

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