I was walking on the sidewalk to the coffee shop when a man approached me from behind.  I didn’t recognize him.

He said, “Hey.  I’ve seen you running.  You have a really nice physique.”

“Thank you.”

“I have a glory hole at my house.  Can I get your number?”

It took a second for it to register.  Glory hole?

Oh, that kind of glory hole.  I must admit it was a generous offer, but I declined as politely as I could.

“I’m not interested, but thanks.  Cheers.”

The conversation had no small talk.  It was straight to the glory hole.  The funny thing is I usually get these kinds of sexual offers from men.  Not women.  It’s like being rich in the wrong currency.  The guys love me, and the girls couldn’t care less.  It’s one of life’s mysteries I still do not understand.