Friday, July 14, 2006
Moment of Zen
I never thought in my entire life I'd be tired of sex. I seriously don't ever want to see a naked woman with a perfect body ever again. Now I understand those guys who prefer obese women. Perfection can get stale after awhile. You need a little character now and then-a little asymmetry, something out of sync, something dissonant, some offhanded odor that makes a smelling salt seem like a summer's breeze.
Actually, I'm in the doghouse right now.
And frankly, I couldn't much care. I have about 5 sperm left, and I'm counting on saving at least one of the little bastards.
This leads me to my moment of zen, courtesy of Alex G:
Let us humbly bend our necks and ask ourselves the following:
"If a man makes a statement
deep in the middle of a forest
where no woman can hear him...
Is he still wrong?"