A man boarded a plane and took his seat, settling in for the journey.
As he adjusted his things, he noticed the most stunning woman he had ever seen making her way down the aisle. To his amazement, she stopped right at his row and took the seat next to him.
Eager to strike up a conversation, he asked, “Business or pleasure?”
She gave a warm smile and replied, “Business. I’m heading to Boston for the Annual Nymphomaniacs of America Convention.”
The man nearly choked on his words. Here was this beautiful woman, sitting beside him, on her way to a convention about nymphomania.
Struggling to maintain his composure, he asked, “And what’s your role at the convention?”
“I’m a lecturer,” she said. “I use my personal experiences to debunk some of the myths surrounding sexuality.”
“Fascinating,” he said, trying to sound casual. “What kind of myths?”
“Well,” she began, “one common myth is that African-American men are the most well-endowed. In reality, it’s Native American men who hold that title.
“Another myth is that Frenchmen are the best lovers. It’s actually men of Jewish descent who take that honor.
“And finally, the myth about stamina—many believe athletes are the champions, but the truth is, Southern Rednecks outlast them all.”
She paused, suddenly realizing she might have shared too much. Blushing slightly, she said, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be discussing this with someone I just met. By the way, I didn’t catch your name.”
The man extended his hand with a grin and said, “Tonto. Tonto Goldstein. But my friends call me Bubba.”
