For years I’ve taken quick notes on a variety of things. Some are story ideas, some pieces of dialogue, some jokes, and some brief reminders of longer things I’ve conceived. On that set of notes I found recently, we see:
I’ve been using these notes as fodder for recent blog posts, and I see that I’m running low; there are only a few left. And I won’t write about “Snoopy and lustful urges” because that’s a story featured in my memoir, Immaculate Misconceptions: Tales of Catholic School, in the section on “6th Grade: Bestiality.” So that leaves only four.
Today: “Getting Older: (more noise after sex).”
At some point I realized during my marriage that after sex (which produce quite a few vocalizations from me, something that has never stopped), I would attempt to move into a cuddling position. However, before I’d get there, any movement would elicit moans and groans equal to what had proceeded it. My wrists, maybe my back, would provoke a series of painful exclamations. And so one time, I made the statement that, “When you get older, you make more noise after sex than during.“ Which would make a great stand-up comedy line.
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