Embrace sexuality
The other day, I was at a party talking to a very respectable fellow: cute, well-versed and utterly filthy when drunk. Every conversation would quickly devolve into a deluge of extended metaphors about his monstrous appendage (or so he said). After a while, this well-endowed raconteur dissolved entirely into giggles. Tears in his eyes, he apologized to me, the only woman in his audience: “Sorry, I think about sex all the time!” I snorted, “It’s okay, I do too!” then plied my face into fake seriousness. No laughs. The drunken...