My old buddy thought of himself as a real “lady killer” in the old days, and tried his “smooth lines” on women he casually met every now and then. I know it worked, and although one may have thought it a bit sad, he was persistent about it. And, as a married man, he was discreet.
We were off at a conference somewhere, I believe it was Philadelphia, and it was the mid 80’s. My friend was casually wandering down the hallway leading to his room, when the elevator opened and a beautiful, well-dressed woman appeared and was looking around. Not one to leave a damsel in distress, he went over to her and offered to help. She seemed a bit confused but they struck up a conversation, and they walked down the halls toward, he knew, his room.
She noted to him that the hotel seemed to be full of artists and professor types. He explained the reason for the meeting and she seemed real interested in his story. They continued down the hallway and finally arrived at his room. Mr. Smooth was about take his move when she said, “There are all these artists and teachers here today and none of them seem to want to f**k!”
It was at that point that he realized he was smooth talking a “professional”.
I have no idea how was able to extricate himself from the situation but clearly, paying for it was not an option for him!
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