Last night I went out with my roommates, A and E, to celebrate E’s birthday. I had a suspicion that they were trying to set me up with one of E’s boyfriend’s friends. I was right.
We got to the lounge and I was prompted to sit next to a specific guy, we’ll call him Ben. There was no initial attraction to Ben, but I decided to be nice and at least see if he could hold a conversation.
It. was. dull.
My roommate, A, realized how bored I was and quickly told our other roommate, E, that Ben was too “missionary” for me.
(Quick disclaimer: There is nothing wrong with the missionary position. But sometimes a girl just wants a little excitement in bed.)
But really, this guy was completely boring. There was no attraction and no way I would ever go out with him.
A few minutes later A comes to my rescue and starts talking to Ben (so I don’t have to). She asks him about his job and other regular bar-talk. It was then that E’s boyfriend comes over and says, “Why are you talking about his job? That’s lame!”
So A, being the gem that she is, says, “What do you want me to ask him? What his favorite sex position is?”
Then she turns to Ben and asks, “What’s your favorite sex position?”