Chapter 142

A man boards an airplane, and takes his seat. As he settles in, he glances up and sees the most beautiful woman boarding the plane. He soon realizes she is heading straight towards his seat. A wave of nervous anticipation washes over him. Lo and behold, she takes the seat right beside his. Anxious to strike up a conversation, he blurts out, “So where are you flying to today?”

She turns and smiles, and says, “To the annual Nymphomaniac Convention, in Chicago.”

He swallows hard, and is instantly crazed with excitement. Here’s the most gorgeous woman he has ever seen, sitting right next to him, and she’s going to a meeting of nymphomaniacs. Struggling to maintain his outward cool, he calmly asks, “And what’s your role at this convention?”

She flips her hair back, turns to him, locks onto his eyes, and says, Well, I try to debunk some of the popular myths about sexuality.”

“Really”

he says, swallowing hard. “And what myths are those?”

She explains: “Well, one popular myth is that African American men are the most well-endowed when, in fact, it is the Native American who is most likely to possess this trait. Another popular myth is that Frenchmen are the best lovers, when actually it is men of Jewish descent who romance women best, on average.”

“Very interesting,”

the man responds. Suddenly, the woman becomes very embarrassed, and blushes. “I’m sorry,”

she says, “I feel so awkward discussing this with you, and I don’t even know your name.”

The man extends his hand and replies, “Tonto. Tonto Goldberg.”