Because I liken myself to James Bond, another password protected post. If you want to read it, just leave a comment and I will email the password to you after you’ve answered a skill testing question. Good luck and have a great weekend everyone!

Call me crazy, but I don’t like having a post about fecal matter be sitting at the top of my posting page. It just doesn’t feel good. So instead, I will leave you with this deep secret:

I think many of the men I’ve dated or repeatedly *flung should be thankful that this song didn’t come out while we were together. It’s been a real source of inspiration.

Other possible topics that are worth sharing one day: why Calgary is my ‘mojo’ city, how to properly shoot whiskey, my cat-like glove reflexes, what I’ve learned from older men, what happens when my hockey team loses, strangest place I’ve done the deed, worst lie I’ve ever told, my instinctive reaction when someone calls my name in a public place, biggest turn-on, why I can’t say no to yukaflux, the best gift I ever gave, how to properly fake it, my secret apple pie recipe and/or why I find Kevin Costner as appealing as a cold drink on a hot day.

One day friends, one day.

*flung (verb)- to have had a short term, mostly physical relationship with someone who had a dealbreaker quality but who were impossible to resist at least for one night scintillating conversation.