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Sexorcism: The Sequel.

October 11, 2012

Okay, so my Sexorcism note apparently made it to Reddit yesterday and I have to admit that the social media geek in me was bummed that I didn’t put my website on it or something that had my name. A million people saw it! Gah! I had no idea it would go viral.

C’est l’avie.

Funny to also see what these Reddit people are saying like ” this is fake” and that it was “a friend of theirs’ note” etc. Oh, the internet, you crazy thing, you! Click here to see.

Anyway, I guess one of the people that saw it was my neighbor who wrote the note and this morning a new note was there. Ha! Here it is:

 

Anyway, all in good fun. Here’s to great sex!

The original note.

Jennifer Pastiloff, Beauty Hunter, is a writer and yoga teacher living with her husband in Los Angeles when she’s not on an airplane. She travels the world with her Manifestation Retreats/Workshops On Being Human- a hybrid of yoga, writing, sharing out loud, and occasionally a dance party. It's an experience that has been described as distinctly NOT "woo-woo," unpredictable, heart-mending and sometimes messy- just like life. You do not have to be a good yogi, or writer. Just a human being with a body. Jen has been featured on Good Morning America, New York Magazine, CBS News and more for her unique style of teaching. She’s developed a massive and loyal following from her personal essays. She studied poetry and writing at NYU and Bucknell University and is currently finishing her first book, "Beauty Hunting." She tweets/instagrams at @jenpastiloff.

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  • Reply Karyn October 11, 2012 at 12:49 pm

    That’s awesome! I’m inspired by this note (the second one) and am considering replacing my ‘sincerely’ or ‘regards’ with “Cheers to great sex!’

    :)

  • Reply nancy rattle October 11, 2012 at 1:39 pm

    Truly, this was very funny …. as in split-your-guts laughingly funny!
    Perhaps you might consider adding stand-up comedienne to your very wide-ranging resume though I appreciate that you’re trying to do this through your yoga experience.
    My philosophy on life is that one should always leave it laughing and lovingly and yep … this means letting the tears flow through also.
    I am so glad you’re sharing this message.
    x0
    nancy

  • Reply victoria rafanelli October 11, 2012 at 2:15 pm

    Glad you’re smiling about it. Was meant in good fun….and in a half zombie sleepless state of mind. Next time I’ll try to pin-point the exact location of these reoccurring sexorcisms more accurately.

    Sleep well!
    :)

    -your neighbor

  • Reply victoriarafanelli October 11, 2012 at 2:17 pm

    Glad you’re smiling about it. Was meant in good fun…and a half zombie sleepless state of mind. Next time, I’ll have to pull out my sexorcism tracking device to pin point the exact location of these reoccurring sexorcisms.
    :)

    Sleep well!
    -Your neighbor

    • Reply ManifestYogaJen October 11, 2012 at 2:19 pm

      haaaa!!! I wish I had known it would get a million views on Redditt!!!! Shoulda signed your name as it was a CLASSIC. xxox

  • Reply Norman Cooper October 11, 2012 at 5:19 pm

    I love the internet… :)

  • Reply tricia linden October 11, 2012 at 9:19 pm

    I really love the ‘Cheers to great sex’ tag line. I’ll have to steal – I mean use it. Too good to pass up. Cheers….. T

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