Aaaaaand here it is! My absolute, hands-down, most embarrassing moment. Somewhere, there is a girl named Cynthia with no sense of humor and probably a lot of emotional baggage after that whole trauma. I mean, I’m pretty sure I’ve never been the same since.
Topic for debate: who’s the real victim here? On the one hand, she was forced to listen as I rambled on about guys, sex, and kitten anatomy. On the other, I threw out some of my best comedic stylings ever and got nothing in return. I call that a win for Team Elodie. If you haven’t read the article and have no clue how sex and kitten anatomy could possibly factor into a conversation, well, that’s your loss. I feel for you. I do. You’re out of the loop. We’re all going to have a magnificent garden party, and you’re not invited. There might even be Snickerdoodles.