XMASTIME: G-Spot Expert?

Your pal Xmastime, all the way back in 2006:

Imagine that: bearing the name of the one, miniscule, mysteriously hidden part of the female anatomy that apparently unlocks all kinds of orgasmic pleasure, driving a woman crazy to you’re your touch. Not too shabby. Would not be the worst pick-up line at your local tavern. “Why yes, as a matter of fact that IS my name…” Like most men I have no idea where this spot is, and, like most men, I don’t really care. Hey, if you’re not gonna let me have a threesome with your best friend and film it, why should I make all the effort?

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand in today's New York Times - or, as I call it, "The Times" - crossword, WELL WELL WELL hello all you smarty-pants elites welcome to how smart I was back in 2006, losers! (spikes football)