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"I attended an all girls Catholic High School. We had father daughter dances, ring ceremonies, graduation ceremonies replete white formal wedding dresses and uniforms with skirt length strictly enforced. The irony does not escape me that after enduring such regulations in my youth I write a sex column as an adult.  When I recall those carefree days of dressing like a nun and keeping my libido in more check than Kirstie Allie at an all you can eat buffet, I have to laugh when I think about my biggest day dream. It wasn&amp;#039;t an acceptance letter to Harvard. It wasn&amp;#039;t to be one of three lucky girls chosen to sing Ave Maria at Graduation. Instead, it was to be picked up on a motorcycle after school by a man resembling George Clooney.    Of course, back then, George Clooney would have been old enough to be my father, so I&amp;#039;m sure the lad on wheels more resembled Jake from 16 Candles. Or maybe a hipper version of Donny Osmond. (I don&amp;#039;t care what anyone says. For a Mormon with a big head, Donny Osmond is kind of hot. You know he is.)    My point: I relished the idea of a bad mofo on a bike shocking the heck out of the nuns and swooping me off for a coke. Or a kiss. Or whatever we virginal girls found really sordid back in the day. It definitely wasn&amp;#039;t sex. I was a late bloomer and saved all my rebellion for getting knocked up at 21 with my first boyfriend. But that&amp;#039;s a post for a different day.  While my biker dude cowboy might never have rescued me, my binary bandit did. I&amp;#039;m talking about my lean and mean Rex machine: 6&amp;#039;4, skinnier than I am, with a pocket protector black berry the size of Texas and a love for cars, he&amp;#039;s my knight in shining Armor-al. Oh, yeah, baby, let&amp;#039;s here it for the car waxing mathematicians of the world!  Tonight, as he was pasting a Lightening McQueen tattoo on my son, Stink kept asking him, &amp;quot;When is this going to be dry?&amp;quot;   Rex:&amp;quot;In one minute.&amp;quot;  Thirty seconds later, Stink whines: &amp;quot;What about now?&amp;quot;  Rex: &amp;quot;In \u00BC a minute&amp;quot;  Stink: &amp;quot;And now?&amp;quot;  Stink: &amp;quot;In 1/8th minute... then 1/16th, then 1/64th...1/128th... 512th... 1024th... 2048th...4096th...  Now he was getting cocky. As my son temporarily forgot about his tattoo in a haze of confusion resembling the sugar coma of Easter 2006 when he inhaled more Peeps than even Rex can count, I interjected. &amp;quot;How do you add like that? So quickly?&amp;quot;  Rex said something about doubling of #s... &amp;quot;If you start with a 1, it&amp;#039;s the same thing as increasing powers of 2... and the reason I know that is because it&amp;#039;s representative of the different places of the binary # system.&amp;quot;  Sure. That makes perfect sense. I figured I&amp;#039;d give him a taste of his own medicine.   &amp;quot;I have an interesting formula for you, too,&amp;quot; I said.   As Rex peeled off Stink&amp;#039;s tattoo \u2013 which adhered perfectly, as opposed to my half-butt attempt at over soaking the pigment and ripping off the paper before it&amp;#039;s ready, I told Rex, &amp;quot;Do you know that the more chores you do around here, the more sex exponentially goes up? 15 minutes of dishes equals 30 minutes of sex. 30 minutes of vacuuming equals one hour of sex. 60 minutes of floor mopping equals 2 hours of sex.&amp;quot; And to quote the King of I, which shows what a geek I am, &amp;quot;Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera...&amp;quot;  As Rex patted Stink&amp;#039;s hand dry and sent him off, he put his arms around my waist. &amp;quot;Sweetie, you know that your little formula doesn&amp;#039;t really work?&amp;quot;   Here we go. Me: &amp;quot;And why is that?&amp;quot;   Rex: &amp;quot;Because even if I did 100 hours of housework, your love tank would never be 100% full. Which means that really I&amp;#039;d be gaining zero. And even a non-math person like yourself knows that multiplying any number by zero, no matter how large the number, equals a big...fat... NADA.&amp;quot;  He got me there.   Me: &amp;quot;Does that mean that you&amp;#039;re not taking on any new chores around here?&amp;quot;  Rex: &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s about as likely as you taking an interest in binary numbers.&amp;quot;  That was so true, I just had to laugh. And because he made me laugh, he just might get lucky tonight. Sex powered by the #2. That&amp;#039;s math, combined with some chemistry thrown in, that even I can understand.  "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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