Male Inflation

Jamie sighed. It was nearly eight o’clock, and she had begun to regret having accepted Bob’s invitation to meet for dinner. She hadn’t seen him for quite a while, and remembered him as being rather dull. In fact, the only memorable event she recalled with any clarity was the “molotov cocktail” she’d given him. Bored to tears on their first (and only) date, she’d fed him salted peanuts, potato chips and pretzels. Then, she had offered an outrageously thirsty Bob a huge pitcher of a bland concoction consisting of water and the contents of a large box of baking soda.

Inflation Fantasy in Metric Form

Denise Willingham had everything the a sixteen year girl could want. She had good looks, was top in her classes, and everyone in school was her friend. But still, something was always on her mind of something that she didn’t have; the man of her dreams, someone to comfort her in her time of need or simply put, a boyfriend.

Now this was not much a problem, most would assume. Last year , she had been voted hottest girl in the school (a vote given only to guys). Still she had her eyes on one boy in particular, David Jacobson.

“You get turned on by what?”

Damn, I knew this wasn’t such a good idea. I mean, I haven’t even been together with Lara for more than two weeks and already I am telling her what I haven’t told anyone else before. But she seemed so different, so open to everything. But then again, she did seem nasty – but in a very sexy, playful way, I thought – so I should have thought twice before telling her this. Now she seemed really upset.