081013 #dog HER: What? You have a strange look on your face. HIM: Well . . . it's just . . . . HER: What? HIM: Well, why did you want to go home after the first one? HER: I don't know. Why do you? HIM: [at some level realizing she has just given him an opportunity both to avoid hearing the answer to his question, and to talk about him self, and silently, he thanks her for that gift] Well, I guess because of some kind of shame. Like, okay, poof, that's it, everything I felt about you can now be described in terms of some little glop of jelly and life goes back to normal, good morning, how are you, what's your name, that sort of thing. HER: Wow. That's too bad. HIM: Well, why do you want to go home after the first orgasm? [oho! he has remembered his question after all] HER: Because, my friend, I—