Latin men have a certain reputation around the world as seducers and lovers. Pauline met one in the gym.
She was just finishing her workout, and on her way out, she stepped on the scale. He saw his opportunity, he made his move.
You see, between a month in Florida (including Thanksgiving) and her above-average height, Pauline weighs more than most 45-kilo stick-thin Colombianas.
So the passing Latin lover asked her, romantically, if she could please step back on the scale. And don't forget to re-zero the scale, baby. Casanovas of the world, watch and learn.
Upon seeing her weight, he turned up the charm, licked his lips, and told her she really should leave the spoon alone. Oh yeah, he was in the groove now. Like Wilt Chamberlain in his prime.
Pauline, somehow able to resist his charms, left the gym. As if Pepe Le Pew could be deterred so easily. He followed the scent.
When Pauline veered toward the supermarket, he told her, his voice heavy with lust, Really, you don't need to go in there, it's full of food. Sorry Don Juan, this one's mine.
Incredulously, she entered the supermarket.
He wandered off, wounded, wondering if he should change his tactics. Just then, he figured it all out : she must be a dyke ! Then he eyed a women of above-average weight strolling out of the pizzeria. "Don't worry baby, I'm on my way," he thought.
