Amazon…An Evil Corporation Bent On Ending The Human Race Through Sexual Indifference

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That thing I'm supposed to remember about the Alamo...it was about the basement, wasn't it?
Don’t forget the Alamo…or its basement bike rack.

Friends, when I think of all the romantic places in America, I think about a carriage ride in Central Park ……Napa Valley at The Crush…Washington DC when the cherry blossoms bloom.  These places scream of long, slow, wet kisses; room-service-fueled hotel romps, and over-the-shirt, second-base gropings in the shadows of national monuments.  These places are, for lack of a better term, sexy as fuck.

So, why is it, that with all these amazing places to choose from, the geniuses over at Amazon came up with this list of America’s 20 most romantic cities…based on which cities ordered the highest number of romantic titles, as well as “sexual wellness” products?

Now…readers, for those of you who have ever actually touched the genitals of another living, breathing human being, I’m sure you can see the flaw in their algorithm.  Quite simply, people who are rife with cock-getting…don’t need to buy a prosthetic dick, nor are they watching Rom-Coms by the dozen, while buying every novel printed, that features a spunky virgin being deflowered by a troubled space pirate who is also secretly the Duke of Fucksby.

Seriously, Amazon…who the fuck came up with this theorem of yours?  The IT department?  Those guys only get laid on World of Warcraft, and even then, only if they pretend to be chicks.

But, let us forget for a moment, shall we, that New York and San Francisco, and all of those other amazing places didn’t make their list of romance.  Let us, please, take a look at who DID make the cut.

Holy…fucking…hell.  You have GOT to be kidding me, here, Amazon.

Now, guys, I’ll give you Seattle and Vancouver, because that broody, rainy, “What-if-Edward-Cullen-was-real” crap plays well with a lot of women, and I’ll even give you Miami, because it does lead the United States in oily nudity.  And Vegas?  Fiiine…I’ll even give you Vegas, even though most sexual encounters in Vegas are either purchased or took place in a drunken blackout.  But, goddamn Pittsburgh!?  That’s not even the sexiest place in the Allegheny.  Murfreesboro, Tenn?  That MIGHT be the sexiest place to fuck your least-favorite sister.  MIGHT BE.  And Round Rock, Texas?  I’ve actually been to Round Rock, Texas, and I’m frankly surprised you’re getting any business there at all, being that the only three local establishments are a porn emporium, a strip club, and a place that sells 5lb doughnuts.  You’d THINK they’d have it covered, already, but I guess not.

Frankly, the amount of blog space that it would take for me to dissect the insanity of this list, would make WordPress shut me down for wasted bandwidth, but I would be remiss if I didn’t address your #1 selection, San Antonio.  Now, I love San Antonio…truly, I do.  It’s a great town, but no one is going to mistake the San Antonio Riverwalk for a stroll along the Seine.  Oh, what’s that over there?  A sweet little Parisian cafe, where we can kiss passionately between glasses of Chateau du Coq Noir?  No…it’s a fucking Hooters.  And who is that mysterious man?  A brooding writer who will make passionate love to you, after seducing you with his prose?  No…it’s an 18-year-old private, celebrating his first weekend pass from basic training with a fake ID and a pocketful of military-issued prophylactics.  Again, I love San Antonio, but tortillas aren’t crepes, and Dick’s Last Resort isn’t Le Moulin Rouge.  Seriously, the last man that “went down” in that town was Davy Crockett.

So, dear friends, I beg of you…what are YOUR most romantic cities, American or otherwise?  And if you say, Murfreesboro, please, do us all a favor, and give your sister my kindest regards.

20 thoughts on “Amazon…An Evil Corporation Bent On Ending The Human Race Through Sexual Indifference

  1. I’m reading this in the can so don’t have time to give this post the credit it deserves right now. But 1. I’m going to start calling myself the Duke of Fucksby and 2. That least favourite cousin/sister line… Forget about it.

  2. I was on board with this post until you mentioned my city. I give you everything – tortillas are not beignets, privates are not artists, the tiny Mexican man giving you a ride on the stinky san Antonio river while you drink a marg is not carlo on the Po? in Venice. but we do know how to shag here, no? we are sexy. or at the very least we are bringing sexy back. or maybe not everyone else, but damn it – I am bringing sexy back. we are romantic, aren’t we? comparatively? compared to Houston? they’re too busy driving in traffic to be romantic. corpus? nope. too busy digging sand out of their assholes. so, without reading the article, maybe we are just the most romantic city in south texas? we’re the most romantic for the least amount of money?

    • I love SA! I do! I just don’t think it’s the most romantic city in the US. Most romantic city in Texas…totally.

      And just because I have some vaguely romantic feelings about crashing on your couch with a gut full of tequila… 🙂

  3. Doug in Oakland

    Even though I really love Oakland, I’m going to go with Berkeley because of the view from the Lawrence Hall of Science up on the hill. It is so entrancing that my friend Carson used to call it “fuck bluff” and claimed that the wind organ up there actually plays Al Green melodies. He may have been pulling my leg about that last part.

    • Um…I am completely stealing “fuck bluff”. I considered remarking on the Oakland inclusion, but I’ve seen their football fans, and I like living quite a bit. 🙂

  4. Oooooo, a Warcraft smackdown… by the way, where do I meet this Duke of Fucksby? He sounds like he would be fun to drink with.

    New Orleans. Hands down. High spook factor and low inhibitions all around… that city is a walking, talking, sub-sea level erection magnet.

  5. Hey- could I have the name of that spunky virgin and the space pirate novel? I’ve been looking for a good read while I masturbate with the new anal beads I got on Amazon.

  6. brooke

    Hahahaha! Pittsburgh! That’s where my husband is from and when we visited I told him I could never, ever live there. Nope, wasn’t feeling the romance. Of course we were there for a funeral. And I visited him in San Antonio when he was at Lackland. Not seeing each other for months will make any city look romantic, so maybe I’m just confusing being horny with romance?

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