Gilda was a middle aged Jewish lady widowed for 5 years and lonely.
Everyday she would walk down to the beach, find a quiet spot, spread out
her blanket
and sit in the sun in her modest one piece bathing suit, and hold a book
in her hand pretending to read. What she was really doing behind her
fashionable
sunglasses, was watching the people who came to the beach, and secretly
hoping to meet the man of her dreams.
One day as she was sitting there, quietly looking around, and a man
walked up and threw his blanket on the sand just a few feet from Gilda.
He was about 60, not handsome,
but attractive. A little paunch, but not overweight, and had a pleasant
looking, interesting face. Balding, but not bald. They sat there next to
each other and each gave the other a little more than
a furtive glance. Finally Gilda got up the nerve, and she said, "Do you
come here often"? He replied, "Yes, I've been here several times. After
a couple of more seconds she asks,
"Where are you from"? He says. "New York". "Are you Jewish"? she asks,
and he nods in the affirmative. "Me too", she ventures. Their
conversation continues with small talk, and Gilda senses there may be
some interest here, so finally she says "Do you like *****cats"?
All of a sudden, the guy rolls over quickly and grabs Gilda in a firm embrace
and starts kissing her passionately. Gilda feels the temperature rise
and responds to a point that hands are groping and squeezing and they
end up panting and tearing at each others swimming suits. The sand
begins to fly and they are locked in a frenzy of hot and heavy love
making. When the dust settles and they have there swimming suits back
on,Gilda coos, "How did you know that's just what I needed"? And he
looks into her eyes and whispers "How did you know my name was Katz"?
Everyday she would walk down to the beach, find a quiet spot, spread out
her blanket
and sit in the sun in her modest one piece bathing suit, and hold a book
in her hand pretending to read. What she was really doing behind her
fashionable
sunglasses, was watching the people who came to the beach, and secretly
hoping to meet the man of her dreams.
One day as she was sitting there, quietly looking around, and a man
walked up and threw his blanket on the sand just a few feet from Gilda.
He was about 60, not handsome,
but attractive. A little paunch, but not overweight, and had a pleasant
looking, interesting face. Balding, but not bald. They sat there next to
each other and each gave the other a little more than
a furtive glance. Finally Gilda got up the nerve, and she said, "Do you
come here often"? He replied, "Yes, I've been here several times. After
a couple of more seconds she asks,
"Where are you from"? He says. "New York". "Are you Jewish"? she asks,
and he nods in the affirmative. "Me too", she ventures. Their
conversation continues with small talk, and Gilda senses there may be
some interest here, so finally she says "Do you like *****cats"?
All of a sudden, the guy rolls over quickly and grabs Gilda in a firm embrace
and starts kissing her passionately. Gilda feels the temperature rise
and responds to a point that hands are groping and squeezing and they
end up panting and tearing at each others swimming suits. The sand
begins to fly and they are locked in a frenzy of hot and heavy love
making. When the dust settles and they have there swimming suits back
on,Gilda coos, "How did you know that's just what I needed"? And he
looks into her eyes and whispers "How did you know my name was Katz"?