I'd like to see Spain. I have this wonderful, mysterious, evocative image of the country. I'd like to see Madrid at dawn, see the hand-tooled leather shops in the Basque countryside. And perhaps some day I shall.
But I won't be moving there.
According to the Washington Post, there's an enormous, pun intended, boom in Viagra use in Spain, most notably by people who are physically just fine but want to perform at not just adequate but mind-blinding levels. In some cases, that's needed -- as the woman said who ditched her middle-aged husband because, even with the big V, she found him insufficiently powerful and vigorous. She's now with an unemployed but younger man, and she can have sex, she says, the six or so times a day that she needs.
Even if she's not the norm, that kind of latent ferocity scares me. So if I go to Spain -- and I'd like to-- I might take.. precautions.
Like, dressing like a nun.
2 comments:
Oohhh... Spain you say? Sounds like a great place to visit!
When I was telling a woman I worked with about what it had been like to live in Australia, she wasn't all that interested in the friendly people, good culture, nice weather. But when I told her most of the cops were tall, blonde, and muscular, she started to reconsider...
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