Thanks to several of my fellow bloggers and colleagues for actually e-mailing constructive observations and comments.
NOTE TO RECENT E-MAILERS
RE: INQUIRIES FOR DETAILS ON MY INTIMATE LIFE
If you thought these posts were really about bragging about my getting laid, well, you missed the whole point. I'd hate to sound arrogant here, but unless you can quote Whitman with an accent, enjoy reading poetry in the tub, can appreciate both the Ramones and Johnny Cash, list Shaun of the Dead as one of your favorite movies, and understand that foreplay is something meant to last hours not minutes, please don't send me another goddamned e-mail asking me to show you what a Cassanova kiss is.
I appreciate the offers, but Lord, I really am quite picky. And while this might sound totally chauvinistic to some, I prefer lovers who don't break easily and who understand that a good conversation, a deeper appreciation of beauty, intelligence, and mutual respect is what defines great sex.
Simply put, don't ask for any ZenFo Pro lovin' unless you're smarter and more compassionate than the average bear. Welcome to the Information Age. Smart IS the new sexy. Yes, I am single. Yes, I had a fling. No, it's not a regular thing.
I've also received several e-mails in the last few weeks from Oxford/Cincinnati/Dayton males wishing to share stories of their sexual exploits with the World Wide Web, please feel free to start your own blog or leave it on FaceBook. If you really think I've got time to go through stories about how you "did" this girl in your dorm, or you once pulled a train on your frat brother's girl, well, I'm sorry to disappoint you.
If you're the guy who felt the need to call me a "pussy," for actually documenting the doubts, self-reflection, and emotions that some people actually put into these sorts of things, well, have it your way. No skin off my back. I honestly could give a rat's ass what you think, because it was immediately obvious to me by the oversexed content of your e-mail that you have no frigging clue about what any woman wants. At least I asked, dude. What's your excuse?