I decided today that if you are nervous about meeting someone and/or nervous that you will look or act like a fucktard in front of said person thus causing yourself grave humiliation, channel the image of an adult diaper. More specifically, the parable I developed was that changing your lover's stinky discarded adult diaper will kill the mood.
So there you go. If you are all nerved up and jangled, picture the person in an adult diaper that he or she has soiled-- I'm talking both poo and pee, to quote David Cross from the Night of Too Many Stars-- and are now asking you to change. And you got to wipe them and powder them and everything. Picture that. Problem solved.
