some fancy book learnin'
I quote from the poet Mick Jagger when I say "You can't always get what you want, but if you try sometimes, well, you just might find you get what you need," when I share with you that my favorite customer at the bookstore today was the lady who visited this afternoon to exchange a copy of Surviving Infidelity for a copy of Moregasm. If the title of the latter doesn't give it all away, the subtitle lets you know that in your hands is 'a guide for mind-blowing sex.'
Of course, if you're doing it all with your hands, you might want to read the book again. Or get out more.
(say hi, Seth, my rascally inner 14 year old boy!)
I wanted to fist bump this particular lady and wish her well, but she was in a bit of a rush. Who can blame her, really? Hello? MOREGASMS!! (pssst - a tip, lady...don't rush those!). Instead I smiled and sent her on her way. So, mysterious lady on the path for mind blowing sex, I wish you well. May you be treated to better results than some of my own past literary love notes have given me.
p.s. - I thought about quoting one William Idol, who said it second best behind Mick Jagger when he said "In the midnight hour, she cried more, more, more" (or, really, any line from that particular song), but I have to be honest. Rebel Yell ranks just millimeters below my disdain for his version of Mony, Mony. In fact, both songs cause me to make a face that those seeking to either invoke or receive moregasms would be immediately turned off by. No one's a winner when I'm a whiner.