Ooh, . . . look at that he thinks to himself as she walks in the room. A beautiful young lady with perfect skin. Short and powerfully built, a female gymnast. Brilliant smile. Hair pulled back to accentuate an excellent bone structure. The Goddess has arrived..

“like a deep eruption from a long silent violent volcano, she spews forth; “Why, when guys ask you out on a date, do they only ask you to go drink?””

He can't help himself. His eyes are drawn toward her, a testosterone fog begins narrowing his vision. She's lugging a huge baby on her hip. The baby is so large next to her tiny frame that it almost appears as if they were Siamese twins, both leaning at 90-degree angles from her hips. The Goddess must have an enormous husband. Probably a 25-year-old attorney who lifts weights and boxes for recreation. The thought of serious bodily harm makes him want to avert her eyes. Yet, he is unable to. He continues staring at her admiringly. One day he is going to have a wife and child like that he's thinking as he begins drifting off into la la land. No!, Wait, did he hear correctly? The females are discussing dating and she mentions something. He missed it because of illicit daydreams, but thinks he got the gist of it. She's single!, Oh happy days!

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