Last night, I made a massive dinner for my roommates of pork loin, sweet potatoes, fried apples, broccoli and wine...lots of wine. Combine this with the weekend I just spent in Vegas. I am very tired. SO...in lieu of a blah, blah, blah post about blah, blah, blah dating/relationships...I am going to share one of my best icebreaker stories.
When I was in sixth grade, my class at Mt. Olive Lutheran had our first sex ed talk. The boys and girls were separated with girls staying with Mrs. Schutt and boys being carted off with Pastor Kramer. The girls spent 30 minutes being told not to dress slutty and if you even look at a boy you will get pregnant. The boys, however, seemed to have a very different talk. While us girls were preoccupied with period drama, the boys came back to the classroom talking, laughing and reciting the paragraph long description of an orgasm from our textbook.
While we lined up to go to lunch, this is an actual conversation that occurred.:
Boy: (snickering to other boys) Hey Ana, have you ever masterbated?
Me: Of course, I Master Bait! My family and I do it together every Sunday. My grandpa taught me everything I know!
Boys: (Mix of hysterical laughter and stunned silence)
At this point in my life, I had never heard the word masterbate before...but I was doing a lot of fishing.........