I’m still hearing about one of my recent conversational fubars.
One of my coworkers recently started dating again after being divorced for a while. In that time she hasn’t really tested the waters too much, and as such was expressing some of her concerns about when the new relationship goes … um … undercover.
She was saying that sex should pretty much like riding a bicycle, you just get back on the saddle and go.
Well, all was fine until yours truly let loose with: “I suppose, but unlike after riding a bike for the first time in the summer, I don’t want my ass to hurt for a week after sex …”
Alrighty then … coffee snorting and yogurt spewing all around.
Of course, what I was trying to imply was that when you get back on a bicycle after a long cold winter of not riding it, it takes a while to build up those butt cheeks. Right? I know it’s not just me …