Yesterday, it finally happened.

I don’t normally kiss and tell, but as there really wasn’t any kissing involved, I feel somewhat free to tell all.

Yes, I met a man.  We talked for a while, and I found him intelligent and forthright.  Long story short, he gave the impression that I could count on seeing him in the future pretty much whenever I wanted.

Having built a rapport based on trust, I allowed him to get me inebriated.  Pretty soon, he got me out of my clothes, and then took out his enormous um… equipment… and, slowly but surely, penetrated me.

By the time he was all the way in, I had actually fallen asleep.  It seems he had drugged me…

…which isn’t all that surprising considering this all happened in a medical clinic.

I only bring up this sordid incident to make a public service announcement:

Get a colonoscopy when you get to “that age.”  Colon cancer is a deadly disease that is entirely preventable.

A lot of people are put off by the prospect of having something stuck in their outbox.  (Then again, some of us are just begging for it.)

No matter; it is not what either expects.

This is my experience:

You get into a hospital gown and lie on a bed.  They give you an IV and one of those oxygen thingies in your nose, ask you to roll onto your side and count back from 10.  You get to 9, maybe 8 and then you wake up, feeling like you just had a nice night’s rest, get dressed and go on your merry way.  The whole thing takes about an hour.

There is no feeling that anything has been done at all.

So, if you’re due, do it… no ifs, ands or butts about it.