This is a mostly true story from my early twenties. One late spring evening in 1998, I needed to get my hair cut. As there were no good barbers in my hometown, I went to a small beauty salon near my gym. One of my coworkers would always joke and call the salon Hooters, as the staff were mostly attractive younger ladies…some of whom had nice boobs. The girl who cut my hair, Melanie, was an attractive, petite brunette, with...

I had just decided to switch gyms. For years, I had used my area YMCA. It was fine for a while. It had a decent weight room, a large swimming pool, and a nice sauna. However, over the last several years, it had gotten very busy. Primarily, with high school kids. Now I don’t hate kids, but I like to work out in peace. Plus, there were always kids running in and out of the locker rooms. So, I decided to try to a different g...

Just after my fortieth birthday, I had to go out of town for a few days. I was attending a small conference, in a city a few hours from home. This was the first time attending this conference. It wasn’t a big conference, but it was well known and difficult to gain admission. I am not typically a hotel person. So, I don’t have a problem spending a little more for a nice hotel. The main amenities were a fitness center and p...