Everything You Ever Needed to Know About Sex

By Michael J. Legeros


              "That's what happens,
               when bodies start slappin'" - Tone Loc


Okay, I admit it, I absolutely *love* trashy, relationship self-
help books.  Like "The Rules" or "The Southern Rules" or the se-
emingly "Cosmo" magazine-inspired "Secrets About Men Every Woman
Should Know."  That last one's from Barbara DeAngles, a "'New York
Times' #1 Bestselling Author" whose also a Ph.D., so I guess that
means she knows her shit.  Anything by good ol' John Gray is a ho-
ot, of course, as is Dr. Laura's pre-Wacko Days' "Ten Stupid Thing
Women Do To Mess Up Their Lives.  ('Member when she *fun* to listen
to?)  The cheaper the better, obviously, and preferably both in pa-
perback and with a tacky, color photo of the author.  For maximum
effect.

Indeed, it's a guilty pleasure of the higher order.  Ranks right up
there with disco, Jerry Springer, and people-watching at Wal-Mart.
(Mind you, people-watching at a country bar rates an awfully close
second...)  At home, shelf-sitting with accompanying tomes on fire-
fighting, famous disasters, and conspiracy theories, the oeuvre of
the Oprah-inspired is also good for funny looks from visitors.  You
know, when they inevitably start poking around.  (They're either
curious or trying to escape the ninety-minute toy fire-truck tour.)
Some of the more-memorable, "you actually paid money for this?" ti-
tles include:


   o "101 Lies Men Tell Women"

   o "How To Keep Your Man Monogamous"

   o "How to Be Married One Year From Today"

   o "Now That You've Asked Her Out"
      ("straight talk" from a "biblical perspective")

   o "The Rules"

   o "The Rules II"

   o "The Southern Rules"
      (#1: "Remember Scarlett and Keep Her Holy")

   o "The Code" (AKA "Time-Tested Secrets for Getting
      What You Want from Women-- WITHOUT MARRYING THEM!")

   o "Bart Simpson's Guide to Life" (s.e.x. chapter only)

   o "The Modern Man's Guide to the Modern Women" (with
      advice on Intimacy, Jealousy, and "Kissing Like a
      French Sailor.")

   o "2002 Ways To Find, Attract, And Keep A Mate" (#87:
      "Look up old friends of opposite sex."  Wow!  Never
      thought of that!)


"Research," I reply, "because I'm forming my *own* relationship
theories."  Specifically, in the areas of the dating.  And sex.
And women.  And sex with women.  In fact, a summary is even in-
cluded below, right here in this very essay!  Drum roll, please.
Ladies and gentlemen, friends and family members, increasingly-
terrified-as-they're-reading-this ex-girlfriends, for the first
time in print and not counting the cocktail napkins originally
composed upon, I present the complete, collective, and fully frac-
tured wisdom of one white, middle-class, college-educated, Greek-
American heterosexual male in his mid-thirties.  Mike's Guide to
Dating, AKA Everything You Never Needed to Know About Sex:

    Get the girl alone and try to kiss her

That's it!  That's everything!  Steal her company and see if she
wants to smooch.  Period.  End of story.  If she wants to, too...
and *keeps* wanting to... and *you* keep wanting to... well, just
go right ahead and order the invitations!  Er, ah, after 12 or 18
or however many months the aforementioned self-help books advise.
Yup, slippin' around back and suckin' face.  The simplest and most
reliable relationship indicator known to Mike.  Really, is there an
easier-spotted sign that when someone stops swapping spit?  Other
than them saying "f*ck off?"  Forget "when the sex goes," it's when
the lip-locking lags that suggests lost interest, growing resent-
ment, or any of the other ten-thousand reasons couples uncouple.

Now, if I were like a ham-- you know, pressed-- I could probably
add another half-dozen similar pieces of so-called advice.  Tips
or tricks or whatever else you wanna call 'em.  You can even call
them a cab.  Guys, since this is targeted more toward you, oops,
y'all, don't expect any grand revelations.  Neither the secret to
the universe nor the secret to a woman's body is revealed within
these pages.  (However, I'll happily *pretend* to provide the lat-
ter for a slight, astronomical fee.)  What follows, fellows, is
what most men have already learned and what most women already know
but don't tell.  (Why is that?)  One disclaimer:  the author is ad-
dressing *only* the act of pitching woo.  And though he does have
quite a bit of "field work" under his belt (badoom boom), he still
needs *way* more practice with marital matters and the rules of en-
gagement.


Mike's Guide to Dating, Continued
=================================

Warning!  Broad Gender Stereotypes (BDS) Ahead!


LISTEN CAREFULLY
----------------

Take notes.  Bring a tape deck.  Hire a full-time court reporter.
No, she doesn't hear everything *you* say, either.  She just minds
more.


ACT SWEET
---------

Flowers, cards, candy, and compliments.  Plus hand-holding.  Pet
names are good, too.  Just don't make anyone vomit.  She'll feel
great, you'll feel great, and, if you keep it small, you'll have
some dough leftover.  Oh, and open the damn door.


TREAT HER LIKE MOM
------------------

No, not *as* your mom, fool.  Rather, as if your mom were *watch-
ing.*  Like Mae Questel shouting at Woody Allen from high above
New York City in his OEDIPUS WRECKS segment of NEW YORK STORIES.
e.g., watch your language, wash behind your ears, and don't leave
the bathroom a mess, Sheldon.


HAVE A SENSE OF HUMOR
---------------------

The songwriters are right:  we're all gonna die, so at least we
oughta laugh.  Plus, large quantities of levity have been scien-
tifically proven as an effective inoculation for when everything
that *can* go wrong both does *and* embarrasses the Hell out of
each of you.  Note: also applies to life in general.


BE YOURSELF
-----------

If you don't like it, don't fake it.  Wherever, whatever, or who-
ever that entails.  You'll save yourself untold amounts (unless,
like me, you write about it) of grief and/or damage control when
she starts reacting to the *real* you.  And trust me, that person
ain't gonna stay hidden forever.  That's why they call it a honey-
moon *phase*.


SHE'S A GIRL
------------

Betcha she has a better-decorated home, a wider circle of friends,
and a greater number of living things that require actual *care*.
She's probably nicer, too, to waiters, store clerks, and, gasp!,
total strangers.  Crying can factor into quite a few things.  And,
odds are, she'll eventually want a baby.


THERE ARE NO CENTERFOLDS
------------------------

Reality Check, Step One - Examine unclothed female up close.  Head
to toe.  Blushed cheeks to butt cheeks.  Every square inch, or as
much as allowed by local law.  Notice conspicuous absence of air-
brushing.  Reality Check, Step Two - Repeat process with self.
Any questions?  See also: Girl from Nises, regarding unequal sizes.


GUY SEX IS DIFFERENT THAN GIRL SEX
----------------------------------

Like a fireman, you're ready at a moment's notice, no matter if you
just met, just fought, or just split.  You're willing when sick,
sweaty, or sitting in a parked car.  You're able at her place, her
workplace, or her parent's place.  And you think about it every 23
seconds.  She doesn't.  (Notice to single, female readers who dis-
agree:  stop reading and contact the author immediately.  Thank
you.)


TRUST 101
---------

Real easy, this last and probably most important one:  don't do
anything that you wouldn't enthusiastically tell your partner a-
bout.  Key word: enthusiastically.  Meaning, neither told in pas-
sing nor while someone's distracted doing something else.  And if
the category of Things Best Left Unsaid includes platonic relation-
ships with the other sex, then somebody needs therapy.  Says me.

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