Now, technically, I didn’t spend the night with Pamela Anderson. More precisely we shared an airport security line at 6 a.m. for about 10 minutes. And, technically, it wasn’t just me and Pamela. She also had a bodyguard and even at that early hour fans were taking photographs. (That’s the celebrity part.)
But, nonetheless, I could tell that Pamela was attracted to me because every time I smiled she subtly moved in the direction of her bodyguard as a way, I assume, to protect herself against the strong desire she was feeling. (That’s the sex part.)
If this experimental post attracts fewer readers than normal, I might conclude:
• Pamela Anderson is old news, and/or
• Such an extremely improbable event was of no interest to busy readers.
If this post attracts more readers, I might conclude:
• The improbability of such an event proved irresistible to readers who wanted to know the rest of the story, or
• Educators are indeed more interested in celebrities and sex than blogs titled, for instance, “Doing what we’ve never done,” although some readers might have thought it a better title for this post.
If celebrities and sex prove appealing, I promise that in the not too far distant future I will disclose for the first time the full contents of a personal letter to me from Dolly Parton which she signed,
But enough about that for now.