I used to do seminars called “How To Take Courage.” Mostly men came…but there were often some outstanding exceptions. I remember one of them who sat in the front row one night, in a perfectly modest skirt and blouse. But when it was coffee break time, she leaned down to adjust the straps on her high heel shoes, then she smiled up at me…and I couldn’t help notice that her blouse was open one extra button, which made it very obvious that she was wearing black lace lingerie, and wearing it very well. She caught me watching, and she just stood up slowly, smiled, smoothed her skirt, stretched, swiveled her hips and gave me a little toss of the hair as she walked away. I tried hard not to notice. I remember telling myself she probably had bad breath. But it didn’t help. My Lady Wonder Wench wasn’t there, but I didn’t do the slimy bachelor thing with her. And I finally figured out why. The answer is in today’s podcast.
