27 May 2010

6 Degrees of Seperation

Was chilling with a friend and were gossiping away on what not. One topic leads to another, we end up on the topic of sex, more specifically how many men one has slept with. We both have no ideas what the exact figure was, and collectively we conclude that most gay men would have lost count also. We also did a cross checking and realize that we have two seemingly isolated group of contacts but upon further investigation, we discovered that we have tried the same men before during different period in time. Not that it came as a surprise.

(Sure, it might seems that we are kissing and telling, which might not be the most gracious thing to do and probably be one of the bigger taboo too, but we have done worse things than that. Never for a moment were we pretending to be good, as a matter of fact, if the conventional wisdom on after life is true, we probably have a one way express ticket to hell already. So, that's probably the least of our worries. Plus, there is a price to pay to scientific analysis. All in the name of science.)

It seems that the social butterfly, or slut as most people would refer to them although we have coined them Samantha Jones instead, does live up to their reputation indeed. They are the missing link that connects us to each other. Think about it, at some point in the past, you and I and everyone else, regardless of our differences have bedded the same man. Now, isn't this where world peace starts? Make love, not war. And, if you have bedded enough men, you would have probably bedded the man that have bedded a man you wish but can never bed. There should be some form of comfort in knowing that, no? Count your blessings, there are worse things that one could extrapolate and postulate base on this.

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