I was inspired by Cheryl's honeymoon disaster story. I was inspired, that is, to tell you a story of a much more insidious kind of honeymoon disaster.
In the past I've refrained from getting into the specifics of my honeymoon, because of my special status as dude-with-bag-over-his-dead (i.e. anonymous guy). And our actual honeymoon destination was so weirdly specific that if I happened to mention it here, the people I know who follow this blog would instantly know it was me.
So let's call my honeymoon destination a desert island.
Work with me.
So we arrive on the desert island. And we get into our sexiest underpants (one of my favorite words in the English language, underpants), or at least one of us gets into her sexiest underpants while the other wears his boxer shorts. And we look into each other's eyes. And we... sleep.
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We were so exhausted from the trials and tribulations and consecutive sleepless (drunken, awesome) nights, all we wanted to do was sleep for a week. Which is mostly what we did.
Of course, we did manage to re-consummate our marriage a few times. And yeah, it was good. But I have to admit something to you people: it definitely wasn't the best sex we've ever had.
Though it was some pretty high quality sleep. It's my theory, having been through a wedding, that the honeymoon is less the sexcapade romp through some deluxe destination than it is simply a much-needed vacation from your wedding.
Unless, of course, I am just lame and everyone else spends their honeymoons bonking their brains out while their eyeballs melt with ecstasy for 126 straight hours.
What do you think?
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