Friday, October 8, 2010

Meet Little Favre

Men are stupid. All men. Including me. I by no means am exempting myself from the mistakes of my sexual past. There was that streaking phase that began the day I thought it would be funny to jump on my neighbors new white car while nude and covered in mud. My housemates and I once held an event called "Grope Night."
But the only record of these events are, well, right here, and of course the imaginations of those who took part.
Call me old fashioned, but I never pictured text messaging as a venue to send photos of my penis. In fact, I can't think of a single recipient in my life who would welcome that. But maybe I'm the conservative fuddy duddy who doesn't understand courtship in 2010, because everywhere I look (on the internet at least) are streams of pictures of junk.
Text messages are kind of like traditional mail to me. I still get excited to go to the mailbox everyday hoping for some special correspondence. But for the most part, it's just bills for services I rarely use or advertisements for services I'll consider but hopefully am smart enough to realize I'll utilize less..
Text messages are similar. The one from our scheduling department makes me cringe before I open it. I know the news will probably make me rearrange my life. Friend texts are typically great summations of a moment worth sharing and there is something redeemable about this.
Now, I have never been the recipient of a text that included a naked photo, male or female, so I'm certainly not going to portend to be an expert on this. But, it would seem to me to be quite short-sighted (not pun intended) to assume that anyone, even a regular partner would hope to receive this type of message.
In fact, there are almost no scenarios in which opening something up to reveal a penis would be attractive. Prior to the advent of text messaging, did people send pictures of their penis via Fed Ex? I won't eat a piece of the cake that is shaped in the form of genitalia.
Call me old fashioned, but I like my courtship to be confusing. This penis pic stuff is just too straight forward for me. While readily admitting that my inherent shyness in this department always kept me from finding out just how many conquers I may have amassed, there is something sweet about beating around the bush, not sending a picture of one.
Furthermore, since everyone I know has a blog of some sort, to think sending a dick pic wouldn't pop up on some search on some search engine is flatly asinine, especially when you happen to be the most famous quarterback in the world.
Plus, if you know how to actually photograph yourself and attach it to a text message, then you understand what Twitter is. The idea that you would send anything to a stranger that revealing is akin to driving down the wrong side of the highway waving a 40 of Old E out your window.
It also places you in an interesting category, you are either the type of person who A) Sends pictures of your penis to strangers or B) Not the type of person who sends pictures of your penis to strangers. There is no in between here. Would you believe anyone if they said, "I only sent one picture of my penis to one person, It was a mistake." Right, and Alberto Contador won the Tour de France because he ate tainted meat, once.
Now, I reserve the right to be really wrong here. If sending dick pics are not only an acceptable form of courtship, but encouraged, then let me be the first to say: What's your cell number?

http://deadspin.com/5658206/brett-favres-cellphone-seduction-of-jenn-sterger?skyline=true&s=i

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