Friday, August 28, 2009

Foreplay by Numbers


Golf embraces the concept of foreplay too, and in the same way as sex.

Shouting FORE! = Lookout, incoming!

Golf too has rules regarding that which is allowable and that which is not, just like real foreplay. A mate of mine relates the tale of being in Greece as a youth on a drunken teenage vacation. (He's English.) Standing at a bus stop with a Scottish girl he met earlier in the evening, they got frisky. When he reached up her skirt, she put a temporary end to proceedings by declaiming "Tits first, then box" in her delightful broad brogue.

The road to paradise is strewn with dead ends and blind turns. Until you have a working knowledge of the road, it's best to stick with a few basic rules that you both understand.

1. Some form of lubricant is a good idea. Social lubricant, that is. Alcohol is the standard way of reducing inhibitions.

2. Circle your object of desire in the same way that lions stalk prey. Purr, tread softly, use your tongue, be patient.

3. Encountering resistance is normal, and shouldn't dissuade you from continuing. Divert your attention elsewhere for a while, return to the scene of disappointment. Watch the gate open.

4. Feigning and misdirection are normal elements of foreplay.

5. Remember, it's only sex. It's not like negotiating strategic arms limitation treaties. Humour helps a lot. There's a reason it's called fooling around and not seriousing around.

Foreplay Part 1.

Foreplay Part 2.

Foreplay Part 3.

4 comments:

talesfromabarstool said...

When there's lubricant involved (the alcoholic kind) sex is always best when it's playful and fun. Otherwise it's weird and there will be no second time around. Jeans will be back on as soon as shrinkage occurs.

Min said...

I read rules part of this post with the African drum track running through my head. You know...the one National Geographic always uses.

love2esme said...

I really like your blog. Thank you!

Wombat said...

My two least favourite phrases...jeans on and shrinkage occurs. TFABS, you really know how to hurt a guy.

Martini?

Min, you crazy world traveller you. African drums? Are you drinking absinthe?

No, thank you Esme.