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Alright, so I was in the mall today with my dad and we walked past a booth in the middle aisle where a woman was trying to sell beauty products to people. Now, as I walked past, my dad and I noticed she was up real close to a guy, filing his nails, and speaking real close to his face in a sexy foreign accent. See, not only was the woman sexy, but she had the accent and she was holding the guys hand and basically being real friendly. Now, was this woman a complete tramp, or was there an ulterior motive in her actions? Let’s take a closer look:

Now, imagine that you are an 18 year old college kid just strolling through the mall, and you pass a booth with a rather attractive young woman and she says something to you. Caught off guard, you quickly see that a woman of such beauty wants to speak to you an you stop and listen to what she has to say. Immediately she compliments you, she says you look like a good guy and that you must certainly have a girlfriend… You don’t, of course, but you still say yes. It’s sort of true, there’s that chick you met in the bar the other night. But anyway, you continue to listen to the saleswoman. She grabs your hand and starts to show you one of the products. Maybe some lotion, or cologne/perfume, or in this particular case a nail file. She starts to demonstrate how it works, all the while you stare into her eyes as she does into yours and explains about the product. You are so captivated and impressed that a woman of such beauty is touching you. And when she finishes, you are speechless. You are smiling wide and as giddy as a schoolboy who just got his first kiss on the playground. And this is where she sucker-punches you with the price tag; but at this point you don’t care. You want whatever she’s selling, even if it’s a nail file for a girlfriend you don’t have. A gorgeous woman just held your hand for five minutes, come on! Of course you’re gonna buy it. So you pay for the damn thing and walk away, saying your goodbyes and still smiling like a jackass. The woman grins and tucks the cash away into her drawer, when you begin to stare blankly at the item in your hands. You look back, now confused, but unfortunately the sales woman is already busy with another customer. Then you ask yourself, what did I just buy? Something utterly worthless for the male species, that’s what. You were duped, instead of wanting to buy the nail file, you got confused and instead paid the woman because she was gorgeous and she showed you some attention. In essence you just paid for sex. But not the physical kind; it was the mental kind. That crafty, sexy, cute little woman just screwed with your head, and you fell for it.

Sadly, too late to do anything about it, you are 20 bucks poorer and left standing in the middle of a mall with something you’ll never use. So you toss the damn nail file in the trash can, walk away, and kick yourself for giving control of your wallet to your easily- manipulated libido.