It was in the stars all along
Or, how the pandemic has taken us right back to the olden days
I’m launching a new smart speaker called Ramone, and he will be way better than any of his competitors. He’s so much more than a smart speaker. He is also the first virtual boy toy.
A friend is beginning a relationship that has all the markings of True Love. She’s been celibate for an extended period of time (there are probably nuns with a more active sex life than she’s had in recent years) and she’s perimenopausal. Thus, she’s afraid that things might not work right down there, if you catch my drift.
Today, we must discuss one of the leading problems of our time: What to do about the fact that even though we all toot and we all know that we all toot, dating etiquette demands we take heroic measures to give the impression that we don’t? (Or poop, but that’s another column. I’ll get to it later. Hold it until then.)