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Girl guide to dating

I liked the Kama Sutra because it made sex seem ornate, exotic; words like penis and vagina were clinical, but lingam and yoni came (so to speak) with a little mystery. Asks one guide, "When was the last time you took a good look at your vulva? The idea of lying on my back, spreading my legs like a frog, and inspecting myself through a hand mirror has always seemed ludicrous to me.

In college I wore flowing, ankle-length skirts and beginning in my 30s, long pants.

But I'll be more intrigued by the woman next to you who smolders quietly.

I assume it counts for some fraction of my interactions with them, but since most of the foreigners I met were in the US at the time and surrounded by “exotic” American men I don’t think that advantage played much role.

The following observations are based on the foreign girls I have been with for more than a one night stand.

Only last week my husband reached for something on the top of a wardrobe and came back with an ancient vibrator. (I wouldn't enter the penis in a beauty contest, either.) To quote the old Volkswagen ads, "It's ugly, but it works." I guess getting naked can be fun, but I'd rather keep my body under wraps.

I don't mind being secretly sensuous, the woman who lets down her hair when she wants to and afterward pins it right back up again.

Not knowing the distinguishing traits of whatever foreign girl a guy is trying to pick up won’t kill his chances with her because the fundamentals of game are universal, handed down from the cosmos like the ten commandments of poon*.

The tried and true methods will work regardless of her country of origin.

When I was a young teenager, my mother used to tell me that the world was divided into breast men and leg men, and that I would attract the leg men. I never want to be obvious, so when I'm feeling sexy I try to hide it—to the point where my husband can't always tell that I'm turned on; he once asked if I'd consider holding up a sign. That wouldn't have seemed so strange 50 years ago, when Victoria still had secrets, a kiss was still a kiss rather than an IOU, and holding back was still a viable sexual strategy. Please don't get me wrong: I admire a woman who is sexually confident.

I'm the only person I know who can imagine adding a burqa to my wardrobe.

They are ravenous in the sack and love to be dominated.