You must be an adrenaline junkie.
I get that a lot, dating online.
“Wow, you’re some adrenaline junkie*!”
“Did you really run with bulls? That’s wild!”
“What’s your next adventure?”
In truth, maybe I shouldn’t have listed the crazy shit I do:
- Kayaking with whales
- Running with the bulls
- Whale watching
- Glass blowing
- Cave crawling
- Beer making 101 and 102
- Archery lessons
- Boudoir photo shoot
- White water rafting
- Burning Man
- Race car driving
- Blow job class
- Orgasmic meditation
Everyone thinks that running with the bulls must’ve been insane.
In reality, it was less insane than you’d think.
The poor bulls just want to get down to the other end of the track and there are men on horseback pushing them to run along the track. The bulls stay to the inside of the track so if you are a runner, the more daring you are, the closer you get to the center of the track. The less daring you are, the more you stay to the edges of the track.
I stay relatively close to the edges of the track and let those hot breathing 1000+ pound horny beasts run right by me.
They were noisy.
It was a little scary.
But the adrenaline was AH-MAZING!
Well, now I’ve saved up money to go dive with great white sharks.
But I haven’t booked my trip yet.
You see, I’m a little chicken.
Not of the sharks, but of there being an accident and drowning.
That’s one of my top 3 fears – drowning.
So I’m just sitting on my ass, waiting until I work up the courage to sign up.
Heaven knows what it’ll take to get me moving.
Definitely not another viewing of JAWS.
*In truth, I am a bit of an adrenaline junkie. I worked in genetic research for 5 years and tested my own DNA against many genes and found out I have one copy of the Novelty Seeking Gene. No kidding!