A man boarded his flight and eased into his assigned seat, ready for what he hoped would be a quiet trip. As passengers continued to file in, he looked up and immediately noticed her—the most stunning woman he had ever seen slowly making her way down the aisle. His heart skipped when he realized she was heading directly toward his row. Moments later, she smiled politely and settled into the seat right beside him.Trying to play it cool and seize the opportunity for conversation, he turned to her with a friendly grin and asked, “Business trip or pleasure?”She turned toward him, flashed a warm, confident smile, and replied, “Business. I’m on my way to the Annual Nymphomaniacs of America Convention in Boston.”The words hit him like a freight train. Here he was, seated next to arguably the most beautiful woman alive, and she was headed to a national gathering of self-identified nymphomaniacs. His mind raced, pulse quickened, but he fought to keep his composure and not let his imagination run completely wild.Clearing his throat, he managed to ask in what he hoped was a steady voice, “So… what exactly is your role at the convention?”“I’m a lecturer,” she answered matter-of-factly. “I draw from my own extensive personal experiences to present research and debunk some of the most common myths and misconceptions people have about sexuality.”His curiosity—and admittedly his intrigue—piqued even further. “Really? That sounds fascinating. What kind of myths do you address?”She leaned in slightly, her tone professional yet engaging, as if explaining a routine academic topic. “Well, one very widespread myth is that African-American men are the most well-endowed of all men. In reality, based on the data and personal observations I’ve compiled over the years, it’s actually Native American men who are statistically and consistently the most likely to possess that particular trait.”She continued without missing a beat. “Another popular belief is that Frenchmen are the world’s best lovers. While the reputation is strong, my findings show that men of Mexican descent tend to outperform in terms of technique, passion, attentiveness, and overall satisfaction delivered.”Then, with a slight, knowing smile, she added, “And perhaps the most surprising myth I regularly debunk is the idea that certain groups have superior stamina. After countless case studies—my own included—I’ve concluded that, hands down, the lover with the absolute best endurance and staying power is the Southern redneck.”The man sat frozen for a second, processing everything she had just said with complete seriousness and authority. His face flushed, words failed him, and he could only stare ahead at the seatback in front of him, suddenly very aware of how small the airplane cabin felt.After a long, awkward silence, he finally turned back to her and managed a weak, “That’s… uh… very interesting research.”She nodded graciously, as if he had just complimented her methodology, then turned back to her reading material.He spent the rest of the flight staring straight ahead, replaying her words in his head, torn between awe, disbelief, and the overwhelming realization that some conversations are better left unstarted.
