A man meets a woman in a bar.
They talk; they connect; they end up leaving together.
They get back to her place, and as she shows him around her apartment.
He notices that one wall of her bedroom is completely filled with bright, chrome, and gold plated trophies.
There are three shelves in the bedroom, with hundreds and hundreds of bright, chrome, and gold plated trophies carefully placed in rows, covering the entire wall!
It was obvious that she had taken quite some time to lovingly arrange them and he was immediately impressed by the amount of thought she had put into organizing the display.
There were small trophies all along the bottom shelf, medium-sized trophies covering the length of the middle shelf, and huge, enormous trophies running all the way along the top shelf.
He found it strange for an obviously feminine woman to have such a large collection of Trophies, He is quite impressed by her interest in sports, but doesn't mention this to her.
They share a bottle of wine and continue talking and, after awhile, he finds himself thinking, 'Oh my God! Maybe, this gal could be the one! Maybe she could be the future mother of my children?'
He turns to her and kisses her lightly on the lips.
She responds warmly.
They continue to kiss, the passion builds, and he romantically lifts her in his arms and carries her into her bedroom where they rip off each others clothes and make hot, steamy love.
He is so overwhelmed that he responds with more passion, more creativity, more heat than he has ever known.
After an intense, explosive night of raw passion with this woman, they are lying there together in the afterglow.
The man rolls over, gently strokes her breast and asks coyly, 'Well,how was it?'
The woman gently smiles at him, strokes his cheek, looks deeply into his eyes, and says:
'Help yourself to any prize from the middle shelf'.
The Woman who loves Sports!
The Woman who loves Sports!
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