When I Blow It Gets A Little Windy

Well, when I used to :-/. I ain't no Kimberly Jones. More like a Rashida Jones.

So here we are the girls with the big mouths who aren't afraid to speak what's on their mind and tackle all things taboo yet, how prude we've become when it comes to matters of the boudoir.

Friday, I needed to unplug from the matrix. I nestled up in a lonely Starbucks, boo-hooed into 3 cups of black coffee and took my single self to an afternoon movie.

REWIND: Wednesday night Shaina couldn't sleep. So she called me at 3 something in the morning (because I'm always up) and we had a delirium induced laughathon. Somehow the conversation took a turn into our sex lives and I spilled to Shaina that I just can't "blow" anymore (you know, head). It's not that I'm unsure of myself, I don't need practice, I'm just not interested :-/. I find myself faking even normal sex the last few times I've gotten "lucky".

*What it feels like*

So Friday when I went to the movies, it was ironic to me that in "I Love You Man", Rashida Jones' character had the same hang up when it came to oral. Is this common? How is it that a girl who could once supply more blow to her man than George Jung not even stand the smell of it anymore?