As he settled into his seat, he glanced up and saw the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen and she was heading directly toward his seat.
As fate would have it she took the seat right beside his. Eager to strike up a conversation he blurted out, “Business trip or pleasure?”
She turned to him, smiled and said, “Business. I’m going to the annual Nymphomaniacs of America Convention in Boston.” He swallowed hard. Here was the most gorgeous woman he’d ever seen, sitting right beside him, and she was going to a meeting of nymphomaniacs.
Struggling to maintain his composure he asked, “What’s your business at this convention?” “Lecturer,” she responded. “I use information that I have gathered from my personal experiences to debunk some of the popular myths about sexuality.” “Really?” he said. “And what kind of myths are there?”
“Well,” she said “one such popular myth is that African-American men are the most, well-endowed of all men, when in fact it is the Native American Indian who most likely possess that trait. Another popular myth is that Frenchmen are the best lovers, when actually it is men of Mexican descent who are the best. I have also discovered that the lover with absolutely the best stamina is the Southern Redneck.”
Suddenly the woman became a little uncomfortable and blushed. “I’m Sorry”, she said, “I really shouldn’t be discussing all of this with you. I don’t even know your name.”
