Sunday 16 March 2008

Who the f*ck is Dave?

Last night I spent the evening at my girlfriend’s place and because I’m so incredibly handsome and charming and because my girlfriend was quite drunk, I was able to have intimate relations with her and her vagina.

I won’t bore you with all the disgusting foreplay details, but will skip two minutes straight into the sexual climax part.

My girlfriend is usually quite docile in bed. Quite often she pretends to not be enjoying it, but last night she seemed very frisky. More to the point, she was quite vocal.

As we were approaching climax, she seemed more and more excited until I heard the words every man dreads to hear when he’s in bed with his girlfriend.

“Oh God! Yes Dave! Yes!”

Now these are words that probably don’t worry guys called Dave, but for the rest of us, and I happen to be one of these men not called Dave, we can find it quite confusing.

Anyway, once these words were screamed, it put a slight dampener on the proceedings and we both just lay in bed not saying anything to one another.

I guess I should have said something, but two very important questions were going through my mind and I didn’t know how to address the issue.

Firstly, who the fuck is Dave?

Secondly, why am I screaming Dave’s name out loud while I’m having sex with my girlfriend?

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