I sit here currently eating Beef Stroganoff and binge watching Friends while trying to establish a blog. Why a blog, I don’t know. Chandler just asked his friends, “How do you know if you want to do it in an elevator?” That is a legitimate question, one that deserves answering.
How Do You Know If You Want To Do ”IT” In An Elevator?
The first thing to consider when debating this question is simple… Are you afraid of being caught? Most sensible people in the world are either respectful enough to keep their adult situations behind closed doors, or to afraid to be caught in such throws of passion. Why? Why are we afraid to be caught ass naked in public with someone that makes our heart rate sky rocket more than a 32oz Monster energy drink? It is illegal and costly so that is why…but it is also why it is fun! The excitement of getting caught may be what pushes people to have sex in elevators. At this point I think the answer is simple… and I am also just rambling really to overcome writers block which we will get to. You just know if you want to have sex in an elevator! I must declare that the original question is rather flawed…who is riding an elevator so long that they have time to have sensual, and successful sex in said elevator? Did you somehow manage to reserve an elevator inside of the Empire State Building just so that you can bone for a brief ride to the top? If anything, elevators are more of a four play place and the destination should be your sex spot…aka the roof or lobby!
Writers Block:
I constantly find myself out in the masses or sitting at work thinking about anything that comes to mind. The World, The Economy, The way that the male and female brains work, and then as I dive deeper I begin to create these thoughts that I want to share. Finally I told myself that I was going to start a blog and relay these thoughts with homes of receiving debate and conversation. The day has come, I am here, now, sitting at this screen and it shines violently back at me with mockery. I am unable to think of a single thing to write about. Instead of addressing the damage Online Dating has done to the dating world or the flaws of musical bigotry all I can manage to muster up is… Sex in an Elevator. The muse is cruel is she not?
How Do You Know If You Want To Do ”IT” In An Elevator?
The first thing to consider when debating this question is simple… Are you afraid of being caught? Most sensible people in the world are either respectful enough to keep their adult situations behind closed doors, or to afraid to be caught in such throws of passion. Why? Why are we afraid to be caught ass naked in public with someone that makes our heart rate sky rocket more than a 32oz Monster energy drink? It is illegal and costly so that is why…but it is also why it is fun! The excitement of getting caught may be what pushes people to have sex in elevators. At this point I think the answer is simple… and I am also just rambling really to overcome writers block which we will get to. You just know if you want to have sex in an elevator! I must declare that the original question is rather flawed…who is riding an elevator so long that they have time to have sensual, and successful sex in said elevator? Did you somehow manage to reserve an elevator inside of the Empire State Building just so that you can bone for a brief ride to the top? If anything, elevators are more of a four play place and the destination should be your sex spot…aka the roof or lobby!
Writers Block:
I constantly find myself out in the masses or sitting at work thinking about anything that comes to mind. The World, The Economy, The way that the male and female brains work, and then as I dive deeper I begin to create these thoughts that I want to share. Finally I told myself that I was going to start a blog and relay these thoughts with homes of receiving debate and conversation. The day has come, I am here, now, sitting at this screen and it shines violently back at me with mockery. I am unable to think of a single thing to write about. Instead of addressing the damage Online Dating has done to the dating world or the flaws of musical bigotry all I can manage to muster up is… Sex in an Elevator. The muse is cruel is she not?
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