Sunday, 09 August 2009

  • Bedroom Bloopers: The Name Game

    Miss Rhino

    I've had my fair share of bedroom bloopers. One particularly grievous error has haunted my dreams to this day.
     
    His name was Max. He looked like a Max. But for some reason my brain thought he looked more like a Jason.
     
    Have you ever said the wrong name mid-act? It's not sexy. I'll tell ya that much.
     
    The worst part about it was that it came out of nowhere. I wasn't hooking up with anybody else. I wasn't even THINKING about hooking up with anyone else. At least not anyone named Jason. But for some inexplicable reason, the wrong name left my lips faster than I could say.... well, the RIGHT name.
     
    How do you recover from a fumble like that? That's right. You can't. In this case, we both pretended like it didn't happen and never mentioned it again. It's kinda like when the person next to you farts, and you know that they know that you heard it, but neither of you will say anything. It's an act of kindness really. Spare them even more humiliation. I think that's what happened in this situation. But I almost think I'd rather endure a public bodily function. Almost.
     
    If only there were a tear in the time/space continuum. I'd go back to that moment and say his first, middle and last name just for good measure.
     
    Have you ever made the same error? Tell me I'm not alone in my foolish ways. 

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