I Kinda Wanna Do It

One stroke and two seconds later. Or was it two strokes and one second later?

It was a short-lived thrill, for sure, but I know it lasted for a solid two seconds. Long enough for me to have these three thoughts:

What? I’m on the tongue already?

Where’s the big one?

That’s it? It’s over?

It was the 15 minutes leading up to it—the foreplay, if you will—that got my adrenaline going. Not the surge you feel while bungee jumping, but the slight dread of having to do something unexpected for which you’re not prepared and with which you may be unsuccessful. The feeling you get when you learn you’re about to give an impromptu speech. More