A man boarded a plane and found his seat, settling in for what he expected to be an ordinary flight. As he arranged his belongings, he noticed a breathtakingly beautiful woman walking down the aisle. To his amazement, she stopped right at his row and took the seat next to him.
Trying to play it cool, he smiled and asked, “Business or pleasure?”
She returned the smile and replied, “Business. I’m heading to Boston for the Annual Nymphomaniacs of America Convention.”
The man froze, barely able to process what he’d just heard. Of all the people to sit next to, here was a stunning woman on her way to *that* convention.
Doing his best to remain composed, he said, “Wow, that sounds… interesting. What do you do there?”
“I’m a keynote speaker,” she said, adjusting her seatbelt. “I use my personal experiences to challenge stereotypes and debunk myths about sexuality.”
“Really?” he asked, leaning in slightly. “What kind of myths?”
“Well,” she began, “for instance, people often believe that African-American men are the most well-endowed. But statistically, it’s actually Native American men who hold that distinction.”
The man’s eyebrows shot up, but she continued.
“Another common myth is that Frenchmen are the best lovers. In truth, Jewish men are typically the most skilled and attentive in that regard.”
The man nodded, hanging on her every word.
“And as for stamina, many think athletes or fitness enthusiasts top the list. But, funnily enough, Southern rednecks tend to outlast everyone else.”
She paused, noticing the stunned expression on his face, and chuckled softly. “I’m sorry,” she said, blushing slightly. “I don’t usually share this much with strangers. By the way, I didn’t catch your name.”
The man extended his hand with a broad grin. “Tonto,” he said. “Tonto Goldstein. But my friends call me Bubba.”