Naked Danish bungee jumping.

Some of you might remember the story I told here about the perfectly put together woman with the gorgeous leather driving gloves who just happened to lose her teeth before her wedding day.  Despite this revelation, she continues to surprise me.

We were talking the other day about how life can shift a bit from when you are a single-young-professional to a partnered-youngish-kindaworkingouttahomer.  How your Monday morning stories are sounding a lot more like Frank the Tank's weekend plans than Carrie's tales.

How you would never, ever let a promoter promoting a new, ahem, product, for safe sex talk you into bungee jumping naked.  In Denmark. Tandem.  With your naked Danish boyfriend.

She interrupted my laughing to tell me it got worse.

As soon as they made it safely to the bottom, there were the cameras.  As in video cameras.  And microphones.  Attached to which were the journalists. She smiled and nodded her way through a five-minute incomprehensible Danish interview while her boyfriend did all of the talking.

They were confronted by his mother when they got home.  Who pointed to the television.  The jump had made national news.  And the boyfriend? Asked if they supported using, ahem, said products to promote safe sex.

"Nah,"  he said.  He points to her.  Camera pans.  She's all grins and nods. "She's been using the pill for years now."

She's grateful for one thing:  that YouTube didn't surface until many years later.