When I was a Beach life guard in Santa Barbara, California. I had 1950 beach-movie visions of girls dancing around me while I just sat there looking studly. To my surprise in 3 months I was never approached… Except by a 4 cute,, black 6 foot tall, volley ball players, “Damn… look at you in [...]

This is a question I got from a reader on my last post, How to ask a guy out – what you don’t understand… I also asked her to answer the question herself which she did so well I might not have an answer for her!
Princes T over at “The Journey” asks: What do you [...]