Chapter 2

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So I'm on my bicycle, and I see a garage sale. I stop in.

The nice lady has more paperback romance novels than I've ever seen in one place in my life, and that includes book stores. At about eight books a foot, she probably had close to a couple thousand of them.

I thought, "Gee, I wonder if I read a couple of these I'd get some useful insights..."

I asked the lady to pick out a few for me, books that would be good to introduce me to that world. While we were hovering the rows, I saw one with an astonishing cover illustration of an astonishingly muscled, astonishingly tanned, astonishingly blonde man, shirtless, wearing snug jeans and a loaded tool belt.

"That looks like a dirty book", I whispered to her.

"They all are", she whispered back.


Since I've read one all the way through, and it took me five books to get to one that I could get all the way through, I feel much more relaxed to talk about men and women and stuff like that without fear of offense. If women really do have this massive porn culture, I guess we don't have to be really that overcautious when we talk to them.