George Gordon
Banned
This is possibly the stupidest idea you’ll ever hear. And it is not a tip for attraction. Well maybe on some level. But it is a tip on keeping things fun and funny, and a little bit bizarre.
Maybe it’s just me.
Last summer, my now ex-girlfriend and I woke-up in the morning, and as she was putting on her bra, I started humming that patriotic, funeral tune, like it was a shame that her boobies where going under. Imagine a casket being lowered into the ground. Then I’d put on a stoic, forlorned, funeral face.
She laughed quizzically.
On the spur, I stated, “Today is National Boobies Day.”
She laughed. “Why?”
“It just is.”
Then for the rest of the day I paid ‘homage’ to her boobies. She had large breasts, so all the better.
Every other time we had sex that day, I’d go through the same ritual. That is, humming the tune as she cloaked those breasts. Every time she’d laugh a little more. And I’d pay they more attention during foreplay than usual. And other times throughout the day.
When the next morning came around, she obviously felt like something was missing. “Aren’t going to hum that tune?”
“No. It’s not National Boobies Day anymore. It’s an annual event. You’ll have to wait until next year.”
We went out for 9 months, and I can’t even remember how many times she asked if we could have another Boobies Day. It was a lot! To which I would respond, “I told you, National Boobies Day is an annual event. You’ll have to wait.”
She’d ask for it at least once a month.
I can only imagine how putting on a bra from then on made her day. She probably couldn’t—and to this day—can’t help but laugh every so often as she puts on her bra.
Of course this is just a ‘context’ and there are many different ‘laws’ behind it. I leave it to you to find the ‘framework’ or idea behind it.
For me, it made a huge IMPACT. And yes, I’m crazy.
!GEORGE GORDON!
Maybe it’s just me.
Last summer, my now ex-girlfriend and I woke-up in the morning, and as she was putting on her bra, I started humming that patriotic, funeral tune, like it was a shame that her boobies where going under. Imagine a casket being lowered into the ground. Then I’d put on a stoic, forlorned, funeral face.
She laughed quizzically.
On the spur, I stated, “Today is National Boobies Day.”
She laughed. “Why?”
“It just is.”
Then for the rest of the day I paid ‘homage’ to her boobies. She had large breasts, so all the better.
Every other time we had sex that day, I’d go through the same ritual. That is, humming the tune as she cloaked those breasts. Every time she’d laugh a little more. And I’d pay they more attention during foreplay than usual. And other times throughout the day.
When the next morning came around, she obviously felt like something was missing. “Aren’t going to hum that tune?”
“No. It’s not National Boobies Day anymore. It’s an annual event. You’ll have to wait until next year.”
We went out for 9 months, and I can’t even remember how many times she asked if we could have another Boobies Day. It was a lot! To which I would respond, “I told you, National Boobies Day is an annual event. You’ll have to wait.”
She’d ask for it at least once a month.
I can only imagine how putting on a bra from then on made her day. She probably couldn’t—and to this day—can’t help but laugh every so often as she puts on her bra.
Of course this is just a ‘context’ and there are many different ‘laws’ behind it. I leave it to you to find the ‘framework’ or idea behind it.
For me, it made a huge IMPACT. And yes, I’m crazy.
!GEORGE GORDON!
