Wild Oats
Tony: “You should be out there, sowing some wild oats. Take it from me, I had my time, I had a lot of sex. Maybe I’m outta line here, I just don’t want you to look back on this time and regret that you didn’t, you know, have more fun.”
My response, in my head: “I think that’s a flawed metaphor. I think generally ‘oats’ are sown in a field, and women are usually on the receiving end. Considering how long my uterus has lain fallow, something would definitely take root.”
My response, out loud: “Maybe.”
