<A man boards a passenger airliner and takes his seat. Fastening his lap restraint, he looks up, suddenly noticing the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen stepping onto the plane. Incredibly nervous, he just stares at her, but soon realizes she is walking down the aisle toward him. When she takes the seat right next to him, he is very anxious to start some conversation -- any conversation at all.

"So, where’re you flying to today?" he lamely attempts.

Sliding a small attaché case under her seat, she glances at him. "The Annual Nymphomaniac Convention in Chicago," she openly replies.

The fellow’s mind reels with probabilities. "And, um, what do you do at this meeting?" he asked.

"Well, we try to dissolve some of the more popular myths about sexuality in general. It’s really not all that interesting."

"Oh? And what myths would you be taking on this time?" he continues, choking back his bridling excitement.

Smiling, she turned to him, apparently relieved to find a genuinely interested person. "Well, one popular myth is that African American men are the most well endowed of the human population, when in fact, it is the Native American male who owns this trait.”

“Really?”

“Mm-hm. Also, it is widely believed that Frenchmen make the best lovers, when the facts clearly show that it is men of Jewish decent who are the best lovers."

"That’s -- very interesting..." the man responds.

Suddenly, the woman becomes very embarrassed and blushes. "Oh, my gosh. I am sorry,"

“What? What’s wrong?”

"I just realized... I feel so awkward, discussing this with you when I don't even know you!” She put her hand out to him. “My name is Connie Barstoe."

Smiling amiably, the man took her hand in his. “Hello. My name is Goldstein. Um, Tonto Goldstein."

Dan