Wednesday, June 24, 2009

From Friends to Lovers in Only 8 Years

The fascinating and sad fall of South Carolina Gov. Mark Sanford will be well remembered due to the odd circumstances leading up to his tearful and sincere apology today for marital infidelity. "Going for a hike on the Appalachian Trail" will now become a deeply ingrained metaphor for going off to have an affair. And no married man will ever be allowed to visit friends in "Argentina" again. But for me, the most curious aspect of this story is Sanford's contention that his "dear, dear" friend from Argentina is someone whom he became friends with eight years ago...but which only became sexual in nature within the last year. While he did lay his soul pretty bare in his painful confession today, it's this one point which I somewhat question.

In my experience, which is definitive (as we know), there's a small window...mutual in nature...in which if something sexual is going to happen between friends it either does...or it never does. Let me put it to you another way: If you're someone I've known for eight years or more...you are someone I do not want to have sex with. I may have at some point in the past wanted to, but certainly no longer. In fact, the thought repulses me. Dear, dear friends of mine from before 2001, the thought of sex with you is revolting. I know you too well. The magic is gone. Quite frankly, it's a struggle to just be friends with you. I guess what I'm saying is: 1) I'm not sure Sanford is telling the whole truth here. 2) Hot, attractive friends of mine who still fall within the window of opportunity...the clock is ticking.

But beyond that, check out the Argentinian Coat of Arms. I mean really check this shit out. I'm not going to explain what I see. I think it's obvious.



1 Comments:

Blogger JMW said...

"Dear, dear friends of mine from before 2001, the thought of sex with you is revolting."

Sentence of the month, if not the year.

June 25, 2009 at 10:11 AM  

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