ELECTILE DYSFUNCION and bottled water link in mysterious ways. Each, in its own peculiar manner, solves a stressful physical situation. Even more bizarre, both men and women use for relief. Both are quite portable at a person’s beck-and-call.

That personal demand part often becomes socially twisted. For example, a guy is walking from his car, across the parking lot, into an office building, and goes to work on the third floor. That arduous trek takes all of fifteen minutes. BUT, he MUST carry his plastic bottle of filtered water. Will he die of thirst on the cement parking garage floor? Is this the Sahara Desert stacked with sand dunes, vultures, or a blazing African Equatorial sun leaching cellulite from his body?

Or a woman is riding a bus from suburbia into downtown. She, too, is in a "must have" mode, holding her plastic bottle of filtered water. She is clothed to fit her day’s outing with her purse slung over a shoulder and her, Must have, bottled water. She is set for her forty-five minute trek across town, clutching valuable purse in one hand and her inseparable water in the other. Will she expire from dehydration in her non-physical at-rest bodily position? Is there an emanate threat of being stranded for hours among hazardous, unknown environments?

There are weird places where these bottles of water spontaneously appear. Have you attended a church, synagogue, mosque, or worship services when someone twists open a top for a gulp? Have you been behind a person who delays a checkout line to slurp a single drink?

The frustrating part is THE guzzle is not that life saving. When has there been a news story reading, "Man dies of thirst walking into office" or "Woman succumbs from dehydration riding the El"? Carrying water generates a social status and a means of showing personal importance: Mine IS Bigger.

The E-D pill becomes a whole tableau of old history. Not being able to get it up is an awful problem for guys. Going through life with a limp noodle would be quite unpleasant and very unfulfilling. Penis enhancement drugs are wonderful for resurrecting a lost art. The variation flows form an ancient past; the Karma Sutra lives! But, the pill carries much of the same stigma as filtered water.

H2-O comes in those plastic bottles along time, just like a guy’s semen languishing inside the prostate. That H2-O is portable; guys are packin’. Water is a light blue, while he can get the blue pill. Both are easy to swallow with fluid outcomes. H2-O and the pill end up running to the same place in a male’s anatomy. Each gets a guy pissed off in a different manner.

How does one square with the other man’s obsession and woman’s want?

1. If its has a hard thing or has a soft thing, is it a good thing?
2. How does fluidity figure in the income/outcome/outdone?
3. If something is portable, does that make it handy?
4. Who prefers pop-up pink to sky blue, or maybe green takes everything running away?
5. If erections and/or fertility get prescribed corrections, how much value is in Nature?

Maybe there are a few good pick-up lines here. A guy sees a nice looking babe walking drinking her bottled water. He walks to her saying, " Hey. I just drank some just like that, but I took a blue pill with it. Does that work for you?" Maybe she’s in an elevator sipping bottled water. He says, " My filtered water was really good with my Viagra. It sure makes me go up. Need a lift?"

Suppose you are married and need a "shot out of the blue" to get it on. How does that work with your wife? Do YOU or does SHE make the appointment? Water is good most any time; it is a spontaneous drink. But how does pure, raw, grunting sex work in pharmacology, prescription marriage? What women want often isn’t what men want. Even if it is, are women willing to wait for that brief male performance?

Hopefully, you are as confused as this writer concerning relying on filtered bottled water. Hopefully, you are equally as mystified about applying male enhancement prescriptions in actual, real life situations.

One day a woman arrives home from work and her husband notices she's wearing a diamond necklace. He asks his wife, "Where did you get that necklace?"

She replies, "I won it in a raffle at work. Go get my bath ready while I start supper."
The next day, the woman arrives home from work wearing a diamond bracelet. Her husband asks, "Where did you get the bracelet?"

She replies, "I won it in a raffle at work. Go get my bath ready while I start supper."

She replies, "I won it in a raffle at work. Go get my bath ready while I start supper."
The next day, her husband notices she arrives home from work wearing a mink coat. He says, "I suppose you won that in a raffle at work?"

She replies, "Yeah I did! How did you guess? Go get my bath ready while I start supper."
Later after supper, she goes to take her bath and she notices there is only one inch of water in the tub. She yells to her husband, "HEY! There's only an inch of water in the tub!"

He replies, "I didn't want you to get your raffle ticket wet!"