From the unofficial joke list. It was sent in by a Sensitive, New Age Guy.
Friday Happy Hour & Sex
Charlie and me eased out of the door at the 1920s club, just as a bevy of beautiful and desirable ladies were starting to get cozy. On the couch. Together.
Or maybe just get crazy.
Whatever.
School night for me, or so it felt like. The meandering walk home was so completely different from the previous two hours. Philosophical. Not charged with sexual innuendo.
Somebody was bragging about how she deflowered a virgin. Which got me thinking, I’ve never really explicated my version of the virgin experience.
It was many years ago, in land far away….
Scratch that, let’s go for more realistic Texas feel, “Ya’ll ain’t gonna believe this….”
When I was running a rather seedy and (at the time) cutting edge nightclub in Dallas, way back when, between wives, I had a girlfriend or two.
Okay, so I never really did live up to my reputation as a Romeo, unless you count the classical interpretation of that, as a failed lover.
It’s just that I had this scene play out twice. Me, her, on the couch, sliding down to the floor. Heavy kissing, you know the rest. I start to unbutton her blouse, and she whispers, “I’m a virgin.”
I start buttoning up her blouse again, “So let’s watch some TV.”
Twice.
True story.
Science, Saturn, and Gemini
This was a bizarre news footnote for the day.
With Saturn in the Sign of Gemini, telecommunications and air travel have floundered, mostly.
In another couple of months, Saturn leaves Gemini for another 27 years, or until 2030.
Into Cancer for a few years. Sample predictions?
Real Estate, a Cancer, 4th House attribute. That’s where the trouble will be.