So far this week, I read eight late-medieval/early-Renaissance French short stories about cuckoldry. Actually, seven were about cuckoldry, and the other one was loosely related but really more about a priest's botched mooning that somehow ended up with him getting his balls cut off. I also read an essay about France's massive inferiority complex,
(
Read more... )
Comments 2
Reply
That last bit of advice is constantly in my head when I consider the online dating. I think about how nervous we were when Jenni went to meet Kevin after only corresponding via email, and I know what I've always told friends who were considering meeting up with someone. Public spaces, lots of people, make sure a friend knows you're going out just in case, etc. I have to work up the courage to create a profile and put myself out there, so I'll have plenty of time to consider exactly what I want to do. Thanks for the encouragement, duckie.
Yes, I called you duckie. You have to imagine it in a British-type accent. Or French. I just imagined it in French and it was pretty funny.
Reply
Leave a comment