The Origins of Clitoral Troubleshooting: Men won’t ask for directions.

The man and woman drive to Timbuktu. 

Correction: The man drives to Timbuktu, while the woman reads a map. 

The couple gets lost on the way to Timbuktu.

Correction:  The man listens to his intuition instead of the woman. 

The couple finally arrives in Timbuktu.

Correction:  The woman threatens celibacy, therefore taking over the drivers seat and successfully navigates the African country side. 

The Clitoris is the Timbuktu of the woman body. 

Take Cindy for example.  She lost the map to her clitoris.  Now she wanders around like an Asian tourist in Salem, Massachusetts, a hopeless victim of genital hysteria.  The Holy Grail has fallen out of her sights; Atlantis sinks further into the sea. 

In her despair, Cindy has forgotten the key difference between men and woman: Pride.  A man will not read a map (although for some reason using a GPS is acceptable), but more importantly, he won’t ask for directions.  A woman on the other hand, focuses on the success of the ends, rather than the means.  Not only is map reading a viable action, but asking directions is the perfect back-up plan.  Now for Cindy, a map is not the only resource for directions, books stores have whole sections on this shit.

In the event of a tornado, fire, or radioactive decay destroying the book stores (and also the internet and the advice of all other woman in the world), the man’s approach may be attempted.  Just shove a hand down there and act like the Energizer Bunny living in a cheap vibrator.

But remember, any true clitoral troubleshooting involves reading the map of bodily pleasure, even if a few extra directions help reveal the way.