Thursday, September 28, 2006

More rewarding conversations.

"You heard of cinnamon?"
I'm going to assume you didn't wander in here by mistake thinking it was a grocery store. I shall further assume you are not seeking to be edified as to the cultivation, history, or variations of this bark-derived spice. That could refer to a variety of things. Could you tell me a bit more about what you're looking for?
"It tastes like cinnamon. You taste it."
I would never have guessed. Oddly enough, this is actually progress. I now know he isn't seeking a color of flesh-like dildo. OK, are you looking for something just for oral sex? Does it need to act as a lubricant? Is it just for taste?
"Yeah."
The fuck you say. That was eminently helpful to me. No, I apologize, it was my fault. I gave you too many variables and it over-whelmed your faculties. Let me put it in easier to manage chunks. Pre-chewed and partially digested regurgitated for your benefit if you will. Are you looking for something to use for oral sex only?
"Yes."
Does it need to act as a lube?
"No."
Does it need to do anything other than taste like cinnamon?
"No."
Glorious! I set him up with a decent oral sex gel and bade him a good eve.

I swear, it's like pulling teeth getting information out of some people, without the fun and souvenirs.

1 Comments:

Blogger Chris said...

That made me laugh out loud in my cube.

8:58 AM  

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