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A woman sought the
advice of a sex therapist, confiding that she found it increasingly
difficult to find a man who could satisfy her, and that it was very
wearisome getting in and out of all these short term relationships.
"Isn't there some way
to judge the size of a man's equipment from the outside?" she asked
earnestly.
"The only foolproof
way, is by the size of his feet," counseled the therapist.
So the woman went
downtown and proceeded to cruise the streets, until she came across
a young fellow standing in an unemployment line with the biggest
feet she had ever laid her eyes on.
She took him out to
dinner, wined and dined him, and then took him back to her apartment
for an evening of abandon.
When the man woke up
the next morning, the woman had already gone but, by the bedside
table was a $20 bill and a note that read, "With my compliments,
take this money and go out and buy a pair of shoes that fit you."
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