Cloud Cuckoo Land

I always believed that in order to turn a man on all I needed to do was remove some or all of my clothing.

I think that I may have under-estimated men.

Looking at it now I realise that perhaps that was a tad naïve. Turning a man on can’t always be as easy as cooking two-minute noodles. At some point one partner is going to have to put in some work. I just never thought that the one partner would be me. Or at least I honestly believed that my work was done once they’d caught a glimpse of my knickers.

Please don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I rate myself. Okay that’s a lie. I do rate myself, just not in an unhealthy, heiress of a hotel-chain, kind of way.

I’m not sure why I have never thought that a man might occasionally need more, for lack of a better word, prepping. Although I suspect it could have something to do with that ‘there’s only enough blood for one’ line. I’ve heard it so often that I suppose I must have assumed that once I removed some clothing blood would logically flow from one area to the next and hey, presto. Like magic, just so not suitable for childrens birthday parties.

Not a bad lesson to learn. It’s probably a good thing to realise that men are also human. I know, shocking isn’t it? Especially considering that some many of them leave the toilet seat up.