Paula was enjoying the hot springs pool and her vacation. She found it so relaxing to come to the hot springs and simply soak. She had been in the pool for about half an hour when she saw Simon. Simon was the son of the innkeepers where Paula was staying.
The inn was more of a bed and breakfast than anything else but the local rules stated that anything that had more than four rooms was an inn, not a bed and breakfast. With 6 rooms, the inn was very small and cozy and had a family atmosphere. The family who owned and operated it was so nice to her the first time she'd stayed with them that Paula had come back three more times.
Simon smiled and asked "Mind if I sit with you?"
Paula shook her head "Not at all. Do you come to the pools often?"
"Once or twice a week. I have an annual pass that allows me to come here as often as I want so I take advantage of it."
Paula teased "You come to see all the girls in bikinis?"
Simon made a face "Did you look around? Other than you, most other women here are either old or moms with young kids."
"Good point."
"I come for the same reason you probably came. To relax, clear my mind and recharge."
"What are you clearing you mind of?"
"Accounting principles and tax laws."
"What?"
"I'm taking two correspondence classes and when my brain gets too full, I come here to relax and usually, when I get back, things have fallen into place in my brain and I finally get the last chapter I read."
"So you're studying accounting and tax laws?"
"It's part of a business administration diploma I'm working towards. Mom and dad won't be able to do this forever and I want to take over the family business when they're ready to retire."
"Ah, a man with a plan. And your parents are on-board with this plan?"
"They are. They're pushing more and more of the reporting part of the business on to me already. And I like it so it works for all of us."
"How long until you finish your diploma?"
"Another four courses after these two. So probably within the year if I work at it."
"Well, I hope that you kept some interesting courses for last. That'll help you stay motivated."
"I did."
The two of them remained in silence for a while and then Simon asked "May I ask you a personal question?"
"Sure."
"You've been here four times now, alone. How come a nice lady like you isn't married?"
"I was married years ago and got divorced. Then I had a few boyfriends, one I even lived with for four years but that ended too. I'm just content by myself now. What about you? Got a girlfriend?"
"Naw, no girl looks at me."
"Why not?"
"Look at me, I'm fat."
"You are a bit chubby but not that bad. You've got beautiful eyes, great skin, great hair and a nice smile. I'm not exactly a supermodel and I managed to meet some guys and have them look beyond my thicker midriff. Eventually, some nice girl will look beyond your waist and see that you're a great guy."
"Eventually. You sound like my mom."
"Sorry, didn't mean to but she's right. A lot of times, when we're young, we get hung up on superficial things. Then, as we get older, we look beyond the surface."
"So how do I get girls to look beyond the surface?"
"Well, you become friends first. You show them who you truly are and show them that you're a confident, intelligent, and nice good guy."
"Tough to be confident when I've never even kissed a girl."
"I meant confident in who you are and confident in your own worth. When the right girl comes along, you'll figure out the physical stuff."
"I'm just afraid that I'll disappoint the first girl I'll be with."
"Why do you say that?"
"I just hear all my friends talk about their experiences and here I am, I've never even been on a real date or kissed a girl, let alone gotten naked with one."
"My experience in life is that a lot of people boast sexual experiences that are more imagination than reality. To hear some people, they've had more sex than Hugh Hefner yet when you dig a little deeper, they've spent many nights alone at home, watching movies. So don't believe everything you hear from friends about their love lives."
"What other things should I do to get girls to like me?"
"Well, be a real friend and never betray their confidences. Then, tease them gently but never in a mean way. Be a gentleman with good manners. And last but not least, touch them. When you let a girl go in first, gently put your hand on her back without pushing. If you see a stray strand of hair, ask if you may and then move it to the back of her head. Pick lint off their clothes if you see it. Sounds silly but it shows you pay attention and care for them and their appearance without being annoying."
"Interesting. What about when I do manage to get one to like me and want to date me?"
"Well, like I said, be a gentleman and treat her nicely without being a doormat. If the girl takes advantage of how nice you are, gently call her attention to it and if she doesn't stop then she's clearly not the girl for you. Then, make sure you're always clean, clean shaven and smell nice. Not too much perfume, just a touch. Brush your teeth regularly and if you go out on a dinner date, then have some gum after the meal to clean your teeth some and freshen your breath. The rest as I said, will come naturally."
"You sound so sure about that."
"Hey, I was almost 20 years old when I kissed my first boyfriend. So I know. And I didn't like it at first! It was so sad that after anticipating it for so long, my first real kiss disgusted me. My best friend told me I'd get used to it and I laughed because she made it sound like getting used to eating broccoli and cauliflower. But she was right. After the second and third kisses, I was hooked. And the guy never even noticed my hesitation. So trust me, you'll learn fast too. I'm sure of it."
Simon had laughed with Paula when she spoke of her initial response and said "Well, I did get used to eating veggies too so I guess I'll be okay."
"Another idea is that when you do start dating, don't try to get physical too fast. When you get to know and trust the girl, you might feel comfortable enough with her to admit your lack of experience and if she's a nice girl, she'll take that into consideration and be nice about it."
"Can I ask you something else?"
"Sure."
Simon looked down and sheepishly asked "Does size matter?"
"Only if we're talking about a truck about to run me over."
"What?"
"Sorry. Size matters when it's about the truck that would run me over. I'd rather be run over by a pick up truck than by a semi or a quarry truck. But if you're talking about anatomy, no, size does not matter to most women. Just like breast size only matters to some men, penis size only matters to some women. I'm not one of them. And actually, if a guy is too big, it's scarier than anything else."
"I've heard so many stories about how big a guy's gotta be to please a woman."
"When you have an erection, is your penis more than 3 inches long?"
Simon turned a deep shade of red and said "yeah, more like 7 inches."
"You measured, didn't you?"