My favorite moment of temptation and great character came just outside SF's Fairmont Hotel in the evening following a CLE presentation. As I approached a street corner on my way home, I saw a stunningly attractive woman but then I averted my gaze (I don't like the pervy approach of staring down women). But as I was waiting to cross at the intersection, the woman sidled up next to me and whispered in my ear, "Would you like some company this evening?" I was surprised, but instantly responded, "Uh, no thanks, I've got to get home."
During the long drive home, I was feeling pretty full of myself, proud that I had been as Joseph with Potiphar's wife, and prouder still that such a beautiful woman (this was no ordinary hooker) would be interested in my doughy middle-aged bod. And then I realized the only pants bulge in which she was interested was my wallet.
During the long drive home, I was feeling pretty full of myself, proud that I had been as Joseph with Potiphar's wife, and prouder still that such a beautiful woman (this was no ordinary hooker) would be interested in my doughy middle-aged bod. And then I realized the only pants bulge in which she was interested was my wallet.
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