Filed under: This is Me

First let me undo the top three buttons on your shirt.

Now I’ll lay my head on your chest.

It’s much better that way.

Shut the windows and turn the AC on, please. It’s hot. The thermostat says it’s 80 degrees in here.

Who really wants to do it when it’s 80 goddamn degrees?

Seriously.

8 Comments »
Comment by haircutter — May 29, 2007 @ 10:33 am

Personally, the hotter the better for me! Love that sweaty business, but get the shower ready quick when it is finished.

Comment by Mela — May 29, 2007 @ 10:38 am

I swear to God, I thought I was going to get heat rash.

Comment by Midwestern 007 — May 29, 2007 @ 11:54 am

Seriously, my exact thoughts in Peace Corps training when they told us the sex stats.

I was like, “Who the hell can have sex in this heat? Ew.”

But then, I did eventually become a statistic.

Comment by November — May 29, 2007 @ 2:08 pm

Hmmm… well, sweat is a natural part of it, but a nearby shower does help.

It’s getting hot in DC! You gotta do what you gotta do, girl!

Apparently it’s good for you.

Comment by haircutter — May 29, 2007 @ 2:26 pm

November- it is good for everybody! Keeps the aggression down.

Comment by Mela — May 29, 2007 @ 3:05 pm

I’m just sayin’ it would be better with the A/C on. I mean, if Central A/C is an option, turn it on. You’re going to sweat anyway. There’s no need to sweat it out Africa-style.

Comment by haircutter — May 29, 2007 @ 5:09 pm

Right on, Mela! I have just had the misfortune of occasionally not having a/c, and when it is so miserable hot that you can’t do anything, taking off the clothes is step #1. And then that is often followed by a chilled alcoholic beverage. And other delicious things.

But having an ice cold a/c is even more fun to get sweaty in… you are all over it.

I lived one summer in the crappiest apartment complex (well, maybe not the worst… but bad) in Mesa, Az, and when it went over 102 the power in the complex would blow. Which really blew.

Comment by November — May 30, 2007 @ 7:38 am

right, but if it’s a choice between sweat or sex, then it’s sex. Every time.

Hmm, I just wrote sweater sex… ew.

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