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"One of my favorite pre-marriage stories sadly comes via my friend&amp;#039;s sexual escapes, not mine. Lana, we&amp;#039;ll call her, was a successful attorney. She had a career and a home, but she did not have a man. But Lana had a brain. She figured why not use it meet men? A local debate club seemed the right choice for her. If she didn&amp;#039;t have a guy to pin down to her bed, she could at least pin one into an awesome conversation. Lana demised she&amp;#039;d deduce a good egg from a sour one by the way he fought. She&amp;#039;d sense his politial leanings and his ethics. She figured she would be able to converse with an intelligent man without the facades that come with the internet and bar scene. She hoped to connect with a suitor, but in her gut, she didn&amp;#039;t really think she&amp;#039;d meet him. Imagine her shock when one Tuesday evening, after a heated argument for and against some random proposition, she found herself being propositioned. As they sat on her futon, munching on whatever she had in her fridge (a few beers and leftover casserole) they shared about themselves. She was Jewish; he was Catholic. She wanted a relationship; he wanted to get laid. She wanted to tell him to stick it, but instead she told him, &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s your lucky day!&amp;quot; It was also hers. Like Moses in the desert, her sex life had been dry. Whether Divine Intervention was coming via the Old or New Testament, she was taking it. A few cocktails in, followed by a foot rub that hinted at amazing foreplay, he got to the point. In honor of his directness, we&amp;#039;ll call him Frank. Frank: &amp;quot;Lana, it&amp;#039;s time to have sex.&amp;quot; Lana: &amp;quot;Oh, really? Sure you don&amp;#039;t just want another beer?&amp;quot; Frank: &amp;quot;Let&amp;#039;s cut the crap. I&amp;#039;m tired of sitting here. It looks like Ikea took a dump all over the den. I want a tour of the rest of the house.&amp;quot; Given it was a two room apartment, there was no question as to the one he wanted to be in. She took him by the hand to the bedroom. Despite the Swiss chain store bed, he got naked. Lana stood there in her business suit, a bit shell shocked. If the site of his Dockers on her ceramic angel statue weren&amp;#039;t enough to surprise her, the next statement was. Frank: &amp;quot;Rothstein, get the vibrator.&amp;quot; She stood there motionless. For once in her life, she had nothing to say. Frank: &amp;quot;Rothstein, I know you have one.&amp;quot; More silence. Frank: &amp;quot;Go on. Get. The. Vibrator.&amp;quot; And then it was his turn for a surprise. Lana: &amp;quot;Fine. I&amp;#039;ll get the vibrator.&amp;quot; And she did. And they had earth shattering sex. The next day, he didn&amp;#039;t call. She didn&amp;#039;t care. And they both lived happily ever after. What about you? Partake of any good vibrations with your husband? My answer and Part Deux of the Lana Drama in the next post. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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