Excerpts from The Book of Love:

Meeting Her

 

Girls are everywhere...they're all over the planet, even at the South Pole (OK, I'm guessing, but it sounds good). In fact, half of the 6 billion people on this sphere are females! Actually, slightly more than half. You can't go anywhere without running into them. So there's plenty of available ones around, and a great percentage of them want to meet men....want to meet YOU. Just remember that.

Here's an example of a serendipitous meeting:

I was getting a new set of tires for my Morris at a big discount tire place in the semi-industrial section of Glendale, down by the railway tracks....the absolute last place---next to the South Pole---you would think you might meet a beautiful girl, right?

There were about ten fitting bays right next to each other in this long factory building, and at the other end I noticed an incredibly busty, very pretty, African-American girl sporting scads of tight braids with colorful beads in them, wearing a bright red, tight top. She wasn't afraid to show off her spectacular bosom. Good sign. She looked very friendly, and very interesting, with lots of bright jewelry to complement her amazing hairstyle. I smiled at her from five bays away, and she returned the smile, so I walked towards her. As I walked towards her, I could see her high beams kick in and poke out through her bra and top.....a bit of a giveaway, really, but very encouraging!

Being an artist certainly has built-in advantages....but there's nothing stopping you from 'being' an artist, either: I said "Hi, you look fantastic!" and smiled. She smiled back and said, "Thank you!" I said my name was Paul, and that I was an artist and that I would like to see more of her---smile-smile. She twigged immediately, and liked the fact that I came straight to the point, but in a lighthearted way that could be taken any way she chose to take it, without it being clumsy. We talked while our cars were getting new boots, and then I got her phone number.

I called her THAT afternoon, and she invited me over.

She greeted me at the door, offered me a glass of juice, and then I said, as she handed me the juice, "I really would like to see more of you." She took me into her bedroom, sat me on her bed, and stripped off completely, and asked me to pose her.....inviting me to touch her breasts....and that was that, really. She really had a stunning pair, too.

We were laughing afterwards about her buttons, and she said, "They always get me into trouble, because they always DO that!"

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