Hello? Yeah, hi,
Ap—say, it’s blank screen time again, is it?
Well, OK, if that’s the way you want it (just a minute and I’ll turn off
the lights here too. There. Whatcha want?)
Hmmm…same old subject, I see. Well, as I’ve said before, anything you want
to talk about is fine with me. Sure…, “Ap
and Don,” back to nicknames again.
Fine. No! Wait a minute (don’t disconnect!) You know how I am when I just wake up. Yeah, everything’s fine. Go ahead, “dearest.”
Yeah, I slept fine, too.
It’s just this morning thing is a little trying at times. Morningbrain is one thing, but morninghead is
quite another. Still waking up. Give me one more minute…. There!
Coffee always helps.
What’s that? Oh, no,
Tobi’s fine. So is Jennie. They’re both sawing logs in our bedroom. You’d think it would be full by now, but it
seems we always find another place to stash them till we need them. Me, though, that’s another story. Morningbrain comes and goes with a degree of
regularity it seems. Logs or no logs,
it’s always sitting there in the background waiting on me to grab my trusty HP
to record whatever we might come up with (whenever and wherever that may
happen!) And, yes, my dear, here and now
is just fine.
Say again…just a bit louder, this time…Sex is it? Sure.
I mean, why not? What else is
there when Aphrodite calls? Adonis has
no choice. Yeah, I’m still here—still
glued to my keyboard, so to speak.
What—me first? Sure….
As you well know, I have had more than my share of locker
room experience. First there was that
time in Talladega
And then as I progressed to sports there were times when we
were here or there and had to dress out.
Yup, again there comes another locker room. Sports locker rooms beat those times in the
middle of the night and those times with docs and nurses taking care of
problems we would just as well like not to have to think about. Sports brought all of us guys together, and
required that we take showers before leaving after our encounters on the
gridiron or in the gym or on the baseball diamond. Yes there it was, dearest, me and the other
guys all together getting cleaned up in the shower room. And what did that teach us? Well, you know what that taught us, us guys,
that is! In spite of what our founding
fathers might have written, it was more than obvious that all “men” were not
created equal. Or “boys,” either, for
that matter.
I particularly remember one time in High School when I was
showering with a variety of others and one big guy (he was the fullback, mind
you,) came in and began to get cleaned up.
Well! Shoulders like a park
bench, slimming down like a Hollywood idol, and no one
said a word about what was obvious to all of us. Size might not matter to a certain degree,
but it sure was obvious to all that day.
And did anyone comment on what we all saw? Did anyone want to be tossed around like a rag doll in the hands of a mad owner in her own room? Nooooo!
Whatever we saw and thought was buried under a mound of concern as to
what this guy might do if anyone said anything the least bit critical about his
“physique.” Oh, Aphrodite, how you girls
must wonder about things like this. I
mean, what’s to see in that girls’ locker room (if you’re a girl yourself, I
mean!) What we guys see and avoid
commenting on, as opposed to what you might be looking at in your locker rooms
is more than obvious. If anyone wants to
know anything more, here, allow me to suggest a trip to a fine arts
display. Aphrodite and Adonis,
indeed!
Your turn, Ap! Come
on, now, I’d really like to hear what you come up with.
Heh, heh, heh…!
