Bunch of men on a boat.... I was expecting something racier, something with a little more estrogen....
Dear Penthouse,
This morning I went out to my car to start another dreary day at the daily grind. As I pushed my key gently into the slot, I noticed my next door neighbor stepping out to get her paper. It was at this point I decided that today was going to be different. Today, I was going to be the master, baiting the prize which had until then eluded me.
Teasingly, I softly nudged the key to turn just enough to excite the starter. It groaned in anticipation but was never satisfied. Again and again I did this until I could see in the rear view mirror my neighbor looking, wondering....
I stepped out of the car. It had served it's purpose for today. It was time to put all those emasculating chick-flick movies to work peppered with a little dignity and savoir faire from every James Bond movie I could think of. I needed a new ride, and I needed it bad.... and she didn't know it yet, but she was going to give it to me.