Wait a minute…[shuffles back an envelope or two]…that can’t be right…
Oh, but it was. Yes, I had somehow been sent a postcard offering me three free DVDs from Adam & Eve’s video division:
Yes, for only $9.95 to cover shipping and handling, I could indulge in such forbidden fruit as “Fire and Ice”, “Devoured**”, and “Guilty as Sin***”. It is a tempting offer, but somehow frustrating as well. I remember the never-ending quest to see nude women when I was a teenager. Stumbling across a dirt-caked copy of Playboy in the county fairgrounds one year was a seminal experience of my young adulthood. Everything about it seemed dangerous and illicit. I would have emptied my savings account for an offer like this back then. But now society will send letters to my house asking me if I want it for free? What's next? Will whorehouses in Nevada start mailing me brochures and offers for free airline tickets? Little sample bottles from my friendly neighborhood crack dealer showing up in my mailbox?
Of course, when I told the GF about my unexpected mailing, her question was the real uncomfortable one: “How did you get on their mailing list?”. Truth be told, I have no idea. So I can only expect that every male between the ages of 21 and 49 is receiving the same postcard I did in their mailbox this week. Or at least I hope so. If not then somehow the porn mafia has identified me as their next patsy. And that can’t be good.
* I have a few straggling “outfits” from me pre-GF days that I still use if for no other reason than a delusional feeling of loyalty to shirts that have served me well over the years
** What could this possibly be about? A porno about cannibalism? Maybe vampire porn. Or a tale of the forbidden love between a woman and her Twinkie...
*** I'm guessing this one is a high-stakes courtroom drama...
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And I think if I used the name you suggested, I might end up getting a lot *more* porn. But then, that may have been your point... =)
And Spice - that WAS hella funny!
Maybe it's because I don't think of Playboy as porn anymore. Sure, they're nude, but there's no real "action". Just nekkid ladies lying around on the divan, wondering how best to artfully arrange all those lengths of lace and strings of pearls...