Whimpy Whimpy Whimpy

Ok, so I totally whimped out this weekend. I didn't get slapped. One could argue it was a lack of opportunity...but then again I suppose I should have made the opportunity happen. After all, those boys didn't get molested by Michael by coincidence. He spent years becoming an American Idol. Garnering the respect and trust of millions...to give himself the opportunity to molest boys.* I took the easy route and just asked a girl to slap me. I could tell it would be a mutually beneficial slap. People don't realize how much stress and tension they build up throughout life. How much repressed anger is balling up inside of them. That's why Fight Club was, and is still, such a hit. I'm pretty sure she was excited about the slap. I know I was. Buuut then it got later and later. Aaaand I forgot to get slapped before I left. It totally hit me the next morning. They all must have thought I wussed out. In retrospect I realize that she stood up to slap me as I was leaving, but was just too polite or scared to bring it up. I can't believe I forgot. I feel like a tool. And keep your affirmations to your damn selves! On the pluse side, I did do one new thing, I think they call it 'reverse cowgirl.'