What Was I Thinking?

One more flashback on this last day of 2010. Oh how far we've come, friends. Happy New Year to all...don't do anything/anyone stupid tonight. But, if you do do something/someone stupid tonight, make sure you tell me all about it.

P.S. New Year's Steve is in town. Oh me, oh my.

X-Rated

So last night I was chatting with Dick Butkus online and all was going decently well. Until he asked me what I look for in a man.

Well apparently I think I'm quite the comedian, because I replied, "Confidence, a sense of humor and a huge bank account."

However, I didn't realize the dating site x's out words it deems inappropriate. And I have no idea who does the deeming, because my message popped up on both of our screens like this:

"Confidence, a sense of humor and a huge xxxx xxxxxxx."

By the time I looked up and realized what had just happened, he was typing.

"Huge what?" he asked.

Oh my gosh I could only imagine what he was imagining. I stared at those 11 x's trying to figure out if there was a dirty phrase that fit. Huge...man cannon. Huge...twig and berries. Huge...trouser snake? He probably thinks I'm this Internet sex pervert who was just cutting to the chase.

With the press of the Enter button I'd inadvertently turned this light and airy convo into a NC-17 porn fest.

I tried to explain that what I said wasn't inappropriate and I wasn't sure why it had been bleeped out.

Unfortunately, when they didn't bleep out his message when he said "shit" in a sentence, it didn't really help my case. If they let shit fly, what smut did he think my little fingers were typing out?

I laughed it off, but I was red in the face. I know I tried to explain myself, but he'll always wonder what dirty filth I really said.

I made a huge xxx of myself.