When I see a picture of a new baby with its parents, I never, ever think about the baby first. I care not how cute it is or whether it has both its eyes. Instead I always, always find myself taken aback by the plain fact that its parents have undoubtedly had sex. Gross.
The same is true when I find out someone is pregnant. When a person bestows this news upon me, my view of them immediately changes. Before that point, they were pretty much asexual beings with whom I worked or associated or went to church. After that, they become vixens in teddies or men who have seduced their wives after a dinner topped off with a bottle of white zinfandel. Yuck.
Yeah, I'm definitely not right.
The same is true when I find out someone is pregnant. When a person bestows this news upon me, my view of them immediately changes. Before that point, they were pretty much asexual beings with whom I worked or associated or went to church. After that, they become vixens in teddies or men who have seduced their wives after a dinner topped off with a bottle of white zinfandel. Yuck.
Yeah, I'm definitely not right.
Labels: Stuff that's wrong with me
1 Comments:
All good points, Kit. I am usually repulsed by their sexual behavior because these are folks that I would never want to see kissing members of the opposite sex, let alone engaged in heavy petting.
I have to stop writing about it now. I haven't yet had breakfast.
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