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So you’ve taken me up on my challenge, I see. Good… good. As I mentioned, I am Lothario, Don Lothario. I live in a modest farm house on the outskirts of Riverview and yes, it is by choice. Some will argue. Some claim it’s all I can afford. Others will say I’m hiding. I’ve heard them all. Some even whisper that one day I simply woke up in this rural home in the midst of nothing. This one amuses me.
Tell me then, if it wasn’t planned, how is it that I’m conveniently far from the view of prying eyes? If I lived downtown, wouldn’t everyone see my guests coming and going at all hours? My ladies, the women I entertain, they prefer their privacy. This way they can cry out in ecstasy as loud as their heart’s desire. No prying eyes to see, no pesky ears to hear. None, no one… no one but me… I am the only soul privileged to hear their moans, their pleas and their ecstasy. Still think I’m not where I want to be?

I digress. You didn’t come all this way to be bored with such trivial details. You want proof, proof that I am as talented as I claim. Very well, I will tell you. It’s very simple really. We all know women. We talk to them every day. At the store, at the library, at the theatre, at work, even the lovely vixen next door… ah yes, let us start there.

Step one: Invite her over. For lunch… for dessert… to catch up… for a bit of fun…


Step two: Greet her enthusiastically yet sincerely. A women knows if you’re simply handing them a line.


Step three: Tell them you are enamored. Tell them your intentions.




Spending time with a woman is not a chore, it is a delight. Listening to them, speaking to them, touching them, caressing them. Sounds like a lot of work? Nonsense! Women crave attention and they deserve it. Give them what they want, give them what they need. Remember, if you don’t, I will. What do you get out of all this ‘work’?

You get the prize. You get the woman. Ah my Rhoda, how I love to explore and push that woman’s limits.