Got Blow-job?

I read a post tonight about finding ways to make time to blog. Sandra at www.absolutelynarcissism.com/ did a guest post about that at canadianbloggergirl.blogspot.com/ .  One of the ways to find more time to blog she suggests, is to offer your spouse/lover/significant other/random guy, a blow-job.  Which of course, led me to think about all kinds of crazy things.  For instance, men really are that simple aren't they?  The mere mention of the word, "blow-job" and they are like puddy in our hands -er, bad choice of words, sorry.  So anyway, all this got me to think about the very first time I ever did it -the blow-job.  First of all, who came up with that name? I  don't like it.  I  tried to come up with something equally powerful but failed miserably. So the name stays.  Back to my story, the first time I ever did it I totally sucked at it.  Oops, there I go again, bad choice of words.  Lets just say I was pretty bad.  I didn't know what I was doing and there were teeth involved.  What? He got over it.  Nothing broke.  I've since perfected my act.  And I get no complaints.  Of course, who I choose to "gift" with this act are a select few.  I refer to them as the lucky ones.  But really, is there such a thing as a bad blow-job?  I personally think that any man would just be so grateful to have you go down on them that they wouldn't care if you were bad at it, at all.  At least, that's what I think.  What do you think?  I've had many a discussion with some of my guy friends about this topic.  Doesn't everyone?  The majority agree that there really is no such thing as a bad blow-job but then there is a small minority that say that they have had bad experiences. When I asked for examples, they told me sometimes women used too much teeth, or squeezed too hard or bit them or there was not enough spittage (their word, not mine).  Hmm, interesting.  I then asked them if the offer of a blow-job trumped everything else.  All except one guy gave me a hearty, "Hell yes!"  The one guy that said no, told me in confidence, that he didn't like getting them.  Wait. What? Really? At all??? "No.  It does nothing for me." Which led me to a whole different conversation that I will leave for another post.  In the meantime, thank you Sandra and Canadian Blogger Girl for inspiring me to write about this and for bringing up bittersweet memories.