By EM RUSCIANO
Recently, I had a startling conversation with two of my straight male friends and I desperately felt the need to share with you all.
To begin with, I’ve had to coin an excellent fusion word – “Sexflation” – so you know this is a legit issue.
Both of these men have recently found themselves single. Both are 28, employed and very attractive.
You may be asking: “Em! You’re recently single, why haven’t you made either of them your own?”
Well, the short answer is: I am dead on the inside and fear I will be eaten by one of my 12 dogs when I die alone, in a house on a hill, wearing a turban.
But I digress.
We were sitting around at lunch and one of them, let’s call him Bruce*, said: “You know, you’d be lucky to find a 25 – 30 yr old woman whose number is below 25. My absolute maximum was 10 but I’ve had to lower my standards. Girls get around now.”
My other male friend Greg* nodded sagely in agreement.
My reaction to this statement was to snort my coffee out my nose. After I had recovered from scalded nasal passages, I started with the questions, all of them, at once: