Quite often I find myself cringing at conversations. At work, or even amongst the mums at school, where the conversation leads onto which mummy porn book they're reading, whether or not they shave or wax their fanjo, how many times a week they're having sex and how amazingly horny they are, or what they like to get up to.
I'm beginning to wonder whether I'm turning into my mother as at times I just find myself thinking, I really did not need or want to know that.
I've no problem with intimacy at all in relationships, I'm not 'shy', and I've got no problem chatting to a close friend about that sort of stuff and having a good laugh.
But when I don't know people that well I get a serious case of tmi and sometimes even wonder if people feel they've got something to prove. But I've absolutely no desire to know that a work colleague has a bald fanjo, and has sex every night. Or that the mum from school likes to be spanked.
Aibu?