"So, when are your hot spots this month then?" The man of my dreams asks lovingly.
"Next Tuesday looks good." I reply consulting my trusty app.
"I've been thinking." he says.
"Oh no." I muse silently.
"Let's try a turkey baster this month. Clearly my sperm need a bit of directional guidance."
I say nothing.
"What?" he asks innocently.
"Really?" I reply, my right eyebrow raised in consternation.
"I'm just trying to shortcut the process." he continues laughing at his own razor sharp wit.
"Very funny." I say sardonically hoping this will be an end to it.
Unfortunately I don't think it will...
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