I'm going to look for a job. I worked one summer at Loveman's selling clothes in the collegiate women's section. I'm going back and see if I can get a...job there. I don't want to be pawed at as somebody's secretary and I know about what happens in clubs. I already knew I wasn't a concert pianist." What would you change your major to?" I have no idea." May I make a suggestion?" Why not?" she said snippily. "I'm sorry. I know you mean well. What do you suggest?" When I was wounded and then. Beautiful and smart, she was studying some sort of science at the local university. As for myself, well, I was a gangly sort of ‘cute over sexy’ type guy. Someone who had perfected the art of humour because I couldn’t win ladies with my looks. I worked a well paying but ultimately boring job that helped pay the bills, but not much else. Back to the party – I had just broken up with my girlfriend and many people at the party had taken her side – I wandered around looking for someone to talk to. I hooked my thumbs beneath the bottom of her shirt and lifted until they slid behind her bra. I grasped with my fingers and unclasped the hooks; her bra fell away from her back. I pulled her closer, released a deep emotional sigh, and pressed my palms against the smooth skin of her shoulders. Isabel raised her hands to the air and I drew her shirt and bra along her arms until they slipped over her hands and fell to the floor. The corners of her mouth curved upward. I reached my hand beneath her. One of the supreme ironies of the whole business isthat "self made" TGurls who profess to want GG partners rarelytell wives/SO's before establishing a relationship of theduality of their personality. Yet these are the women who havealready expressed a deep personal interest in the gurl andtherefore have a higher probability of acceptance! The number ofextant TGurls in search of a simpatico GG significantly exceedsthe supply of interested GG's to the extent that for most gurlsit is a forlorn.