Dont Mince Words

When your kid says something hilarious and sexual, who are you going to call? Today my brother felt I was the best contact.

My nephew, Dave, is days away from turning four years old. He’s a combination of a goofy frat boy and a comedian. In a sense, he’s got my genes. Tonight before bed he had his hands down his pants. When my sister-in-law spotted the self-exploration, she suggested he come over and read a book with her.

“I can’t Mommy. I have to fight with my penis. It’s too big,” he said.

That’s my boy. If you get caught with your pants down, try to have a happy ending.

After reading my blog, an editor of an online website targeting boys-to-men (the beloved 18 – 34 year old demographic) offered me a columnist job. I will be dispensing my relationship and dating stories biweekly. Little old me — shaping young minds, one penis at a time.

The site has the editorial flavor of Maxim with more of a boobie slant. I’ve decided I’ll have to operate under a pen name. I used the age old formula for porn: first pet, mother’s maiden name. I shall be Gidget Leigh (Lee seemed too southern, so I went Hollywood).

Ten years of dating younger men is finally paying off.