I had discovered three wonderful women who showed their affection by sharing their asses with me, but I was having difficulty finding other new bedmates on my own. I was discounting the blindfolded lady because Lynn found her, and I did not know who she was.
My failure to find bedmates was not caused by being overly selective or insisting on assplay games. Nor did I care if a new woman played golf since I had found Lynn such an enjoyable companion. I simply could not find a woman that appealed to me, or when I did, my pursuit was rebuffed. I always sucked at picking up women and rarely scored when I did. I needed to think creatively about other places to meet them.
I had smiled at a few appealing ladies in Publix, the major local supermarket chain, but I came in second to groceries. I spotted a few eligible women at Starbuck's, but I had always heard that Starbuck's was a no hitting on zone. I did not know if that was a rumor, but I had never noticed anyone trying to score at Starbuck's. Couples used it all the time as a safe place for a first encounter, but I never saw anybody start chatting up a lady. I thought there may be some truth to this rumor, and I did not want to violate the Starbuck's ethics code.
As I became desperate, I contemplated acting on one of my long held stereotypes, and one that I believe many men accept. You can always pick up a fat woman, so I should frequent places where they hang out. Now some men really like heavy women, and I am frequently turned on by a woman with some nice round curves, wide thighs and meat on her bones. Some people refer to these women as zaftig. But, most of the time, heavy women don't appeal to me.
But, a refinement of this stereotype is that women who had just lost weight are best of all. They now look good, but still have the inferiority complexes and lack of confidence of a fat woman because they still perceive themselves as heavy. Therefore, they'll pretty much do whatever you want.
I have my own credentials on this topic. I spent most of my life heavy; I am not really thin now, but at thirty pounds lighter, I'm ok. Yet, I still think of myself as fat, and I think my willingness to put my tongue anywhere may stem from the desire to please that heavier people have to make up for their shortcomings.
Also, I assumed that women who lost weight want to take their nice new bodies for a test drive.
Years ago, I read a question in a column called the Playboy Advisor which was included in each issue of that magazine. Typically, the Advisor had about eight questions, four on sex alternating with a question about fine wine, sports cars, cigars, stereos or some other bogus masculine topic. Now, I am sure that only the sex questions were read. I never bought Playboy, but I read it in the downtrodden barber shop where they cut my hair for years. Do you think guys who are getting their haircut in a place that charges $15 know anything about fine wines and Italian sportscars? The fancy places that charge $75 for a haircut throw Playboy in the garbage.
