The Sex Therapist And The Salesman

A salesman for a new firm had had a very bad week. Endless meetings in a half dozen cities, no sales. He was bummed and just wanted to relax on his flight home from Kansas City. Luckily, it looked like he had all three seats to himself in his row and he gratefully closed his eyes awaiting takeoff. At the last minute, another passenger plopped down beside him. "Great, just great" he thought to himself. But then he opened his eyes and looked to see an absolutely gorgeous woman, red hair, green eyes, maybe 5 foot 4 inches, nicely built, well groomed and well dressed. "Hmm," he thought, "maybe my luck's going to change." She also still had a name tag on from something.

So he turned to her and said, "Hi, Masra. Are you traveling alone?" She laughed and said, "Oh, that's not my name. I was the keynote speaker at a convention today and forgot to take the silly thing off. It stands for Midwest American Sexual Response Association." "Keynote, huh? That sounds fascinating. What was your address on?" "Well, I'm a licensed sex therapist and have been doing research on the ability of the American male to please women. I've discovered that the American male, contrary to many people's uninformed opinions, is actually quite a good lover. However, there are three groups of Americans that really stand out from the crowd as the best of all. One group are the Jewish men because they seem to be able to really communicate with women on a sexual level. Another is the Native American, basically because as a group they are so well built 'that way.' The third are the men from down south because of their extraordinary ability to keep it up a long time. And by the way, my name is Wanda. What's yours?" "Hi, Wanda. I'm Tonto Weisenberg, but all my friends back home in Atlanta just call me Bubba."

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