Anywho, for those of you who haven't read her blog, I present to you my absolute favorite post from New Trophy Wife. Read, laugh, then check out her blog.
It's funny, after you get married, you run into 3 groups of people...those who are happy for you, those who wish they were you, and those who don't understand you. My favorite group are the ones who can't understand why you'd ever get married, because they usually have no shame or social courtesy to keep their opinions to themselves. I recently had a young woman ask me why I'd ever get married at 23. She claimed that she would never do that. Marriage wasn't something she believed in and monogamy was not for her. These were her exact words, "I'm more of a Samantha." DIE! I stood there fairly confused, yet intrigued. "Samantha, as in Sex and the City Samantha?" I asked. She answered yes and assured me that her sexual appetite was not meant for the same man night after night
Do you love it? I was in blog heaven. I'm telling you, this thing writes itself. I've always been a magnet for crazies, but this was serious. I once had a stranger on a bus tell me that she had missed her period and was worried about her baby daddy not accepting her spawn, but this, THIS was amazing. This person had actually compared herself to the fictitious Samantha Jones. What a nut bag! Don't get me wrong, I'm a huge fan of Ms. Jones and her escapades, but let's be real. Was Samantha really sexually adventurous, or was she a Slutty McSlutterson? I mean, I always respect a woman who knows what she wants, but if it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck, it's a slutty ass duck, don't you think? Realistically, she had sex with anything with a penis and a pulse. Actually, there were a few episodes there where she went VAGitarian.
So, sexually adventurous? Really? What was this lady trying to tell me anyway? Was she the Indiana Jones of penis? Did she scale the tallest one? Swing from wiener to wiener? I just don't get it. If you don't believe in marriage, then don't go up to a married person and tell them. I don't walk up to her vagina and tell it to close up shop. See what I'm saying?
It's a respect thing and one of the little adventures in the life of wife I'm sure you'll face. Just deal. Her vajay is probably the size of a station wagon anyway.
Fight the good fight,
Okay, seriously, how can you not love this girl?
What great blogs have you run across lately?