By Jennifer Kelton
Since I’m on the subject of the good old days…
I have to admit, other than being flashed online via Skype, it’s been about five months since I’ve seen one in the flesh.
It was back in December of 2009 and I met him at an English pub that’s close to my house and after too many glasses of cheap happy hour white wine we ended up in a women’s bathroom stall kissing like sweaty teenagers. Actually, I later found out he was pretty young (only 28) and while he was/is a super sweet guy in the end he’s just too young (I’m 44).
Even with as much fun as we had dating casually, at some point past his make-out skills, we just fizzled mostly because of the age difference between us.
The last time I saw him I remember him moving in for a good night kiss which left me just feeling like “mommy” (not a turn on) and 28-year-old guy went home minus a kiss goodnight and I no longer felt like “mommy”.
Fast forward to this morning when I was reading an article about how chimpanzees mourn their dead, which happens to be extremely similar to us. They also have 96% of the same genes. nationalgeographic.com
So what does this have to do with Part Two of the last Sex, Skype and Technology post?
A lot, since it also has to do with human behavior — as much as we try to escape the base of our DNA, it’s just impossible!
Did you know that male chimpanzees do most of the hunting for meat in joint groups of 1-35?
The kill is shared with their friends and allies and is also a way to gain sex.
Sex is what so much of life is based around. Really lets be real here, so much of life comes
back to sex.
Just take a look at sex in advertising. I’m not sure of the exact stats but my guess is at least 90% of it is geared towards selling you a product that will “help” you entice and attract the opposite sex. This is something that dates back to the 1800’s in ads for saloons, tonics, and tobacco…
Let’s face it sex sells.
This morning after my morning run, which is not only for my sanity but also for the fight against gravity on my body, and not just for me but because I want to be in shape and minus any muffin tops for that make-out session with the next penis I encounter.
I digress; also this morning I saw the latest TV commercial with Holly, aka Bad Date Betty who is one of the stars of Bad Date TV, for Wienerschnitzel.
200 years later sex still sells, but you know what? I still don’t want to see penises on Skype.
Wienerschnitzel “79 cent corn dog”