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Allow me to introduce myself. Stan Berkowitz is my name, and sex is my game. You’re probably wondering why I’m telling you this in a bar where men like me pick up pretty things like you all the time. Well, I’m beginning to have second thoughts. Is this the right way to meet women? I mean, you must think a guy like me is either a total asshole or the smoothest talker here, if you’re drunk enough. So, which is it? Oh, you really don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.
I want a serious relationship, but I can’t get involved because I lose interest in the woman I’m with as soon as we have sex. I know that probably disgusts you, but it’s true. I don’t know what to say. Let me tell you about a woman I met here last week.
I ordered a redhead sitting at the bar a Screaming Orgasm; she ordered me a Slow, Comfortable Screw. Her name? I think it was Sharon, but that’s not important. After we finished our drinks, I asked her to come back to my place for some coffee; she agreed.
I got her home in ten minutes. She liked the Van Gogh print I’ve got hanging above my fireplace. While she admired it, I embraced her, and we kissed. Did we have coffee? You’ll find out. I took her into the bedroom and told her to make herself comfortable while I stepped into the bathroom. When I emerged, wearing nothing but a rubber, she waited on the waterbed. We did the deed, nice and slow, ’til…
