Just when I think that, okay, cool, I've got this superpower that can make women do this and this, and that can get me into this pleasurable situation or that— in other words, just when I think I have my special abilities figured out— I get a big, fat, sliding curve thrown at me and I have to admit I don't know whether I have any superpower at all or I'm just crazy and lucky. I'm thinking now of what happened last week.
I was in a hotel bar one evening wasting time. Out on the road on business, as usual. It was a convention town, but I wasn't horny enough to go out and seduce some housewife from Oklahoma who thinks that c**k is what you do with a gun. So I sat at the bar and watched a football game on the tube. Some college game. I can't even remember the teams anymore.
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