I weep for the lost of my innocence

I think I'm fairly open-minded, compared to other people. I don't mind talking about the so-called forbidden topics with anyone, be it with my own sex or the opposite BUT I draw the line somewhere. Call me a prude (or a hypocrite, anyway you like it) but even I know when to stop if things get a little too uncomfortable.

I don't shock easily, so nothing anyone says is going to surprise me anymore. Trust me, I've heard them all. Oh damn, I can't put into words what's on my mind right now.

Let me put it this way.

I still remember the time when he was telling me about this woman on Miami Ink who got her boobs done. He only said that someone just had a plastic surgery and that someone is a she. He refused to utter the word "boob" (or any words equivalent to it for that matter) even after I prodded and cajoled.

Fast-forward to a few months after that. Months that were filled with talks of Miss California, Scarlett Johansson, Jessica Alba, Page 3 girls (that was my fault actually) Denise Milani and the fact that he befriended only girls in his workplace and so and so...(I just realised that we seldom talked about what I like but that's another thing).

And last night, he told me that Miley Cyrus is filling up nicely-cue in Party in the USA vid (I only saw some good wonderbra while he said otherwise) and things that made even me uncomfortable ( yes I know, UNBELIEVABLE).

See what I mean? I don't know why I'm getting all weirded up about this, but that's how I feel-weird. And to think that I thought it would be more fun if he opened up a bit, and when he finally opens up, it's weirding me out.

Actually, I can't explain it either.

Since we're talking about uncomfortable, I'd like to blame Aziemah for telling me about that "2 Girls, 1 Cup" shit because since then, my views about sex are somewhat distorted.