A slender goddess appears

I think I officially have a pattern, now, since I became aware of my ED issues. It goes like this:

1. I imagine that the right stripper, in the right VIP/private area, is going to cure my ED in a wild, off-the-charts, wildly out-of-control private dance.

2. I end up finding an incredibly sexy, companionable stripper and give her money because she's smart and funny and showing me a good time, even without my having to go home with a stain on my shorts.