Dear Lady Shopping in a Hurry Today,
Don’t show me pictures from the sex books. It’s creepy. I’m not puritanical about sex and erotica, but I don’t want to know your opinion about the pictures in the new edition of The Joy of Sex. Don’t flip through the book while standing closer than necessary and say things like, “They used to all be sketches like this,” and shove the book at me. I also don’t know if any of the authors of the sex books are “good”. That is going to be a personal decision. Clearly you prefer sketches to the photographs of people, which you also chose to show me, but I don’t know you well enough to pick out authors you would like.
Don’t touch me either. Even if we weren’t surrounded by books about sexual pleasure, I still wouldn’t want you to pat me on the shoulder and call me sweetie. It’s inappropriate. Another things that is inappropriate: Buying sex books and puppets in the same trip. Why were you doing this? Is your sex lesson just after volunteering at the hospital? It puts strange ideas in our minds and you are already a little off.
Sincerely,
Kelly
