Do you know a business sales meeting sexual day dreamer? This is a person who rightfully is bored stiff with their job (why shouldnāt they be?), and who gets a little stiff thinking about sex during the boring sales meeting.
Is there a voluptuous maiden sitting across the table from you at the sales meeting? As your boss is talking about boring sales figures that could put an active volcano to sleepā-are you thinking about her figureāthe voluptuous sales maiden sitting opposite you?
Tell her how you feel with a MemoryTag card.
MemoryTag is the card that can say just about anything, that has easy-to-use video capability. Using your smartphone you can record a message and place it on a card.
For example you could say:
Dear Sally
Iām an overworked city man with a polluting old car, an aching back, endless bills and threatening letters almost daily from the IRS.
I drive to work, where Iām also under threat. Not enough sales.
Could I be terminated? What will I do?
The sales meeting in the office begins.
Suddenly, Iām flying through the trees on a vine as āJungle Lad,ā muscles rippling as I effortlessly swoop down and scoop you (Sally) up, I call you āMarian Pure Heart,”the milk-skinned, voluptuous, D-cup maiden dressed in ragged and skimpy safari skirt. Up in my tree house, I have you under my power.
You stare at my huge, nearly naked torso (Iām wearing a leopard skin string), sweat dripping from my gigantic,flexing biceps. Weāre both sweating, your chest (almost as impressive as mine) heaving with desire.
Your teeth gnash.
Breathlessly, you say, “Take me! Throw me on the bed.ā (I have a zebra skin for a bed).
Your clothes tear away as our passion unites, throbbing, gyrations of flesh, moans of pulsating pleasure accompanied by the trumpets of elephants and various jungle beasts below.
Now to a new dream:
Suddenly, Iām a hiker, hiking with you Sally, a female naturalist, a book-wormish type wearing heavy black glasses,with a demure missionary skirt, blouse and sand-colored pith helmet. We make camp, set up separate tents on top of a Peruvian mountain.
Iām slowly removing my sweat-stained, pure cotton, native hand woven āYuk-Fungooā Tibetan Sherpa mountain guide shirt (everyone in the Andes should have one). The bones in my body ache from the punishing, nearly straight-up twenty-mile hike.
Suddenly, you rip open the canvas door flap, and leap through the air on top of me. Like a beast of prey, a female panther, you have me out of my dungarees. You fling off your skirt and glasses, and youāre no longer the dowdy, chaste, English housewife, seeking her long lost naturalist husband, but a sex-starved Amazon.
We rhythmically pound together as one.
āYouāre an animal!ā you shout.
Suddenly, Iām a naughty boy being held after class by you Sally, a math teacher, a tall, slightly sinister and seductive woman, with a great body, who eyes me with a wicked stare. Your tongue flicks obscenely across your bared teeth. You suggestively hold in your hand a ruler.
Youāre going to teach me a lesson.
One I wonāt soon forget.
āMr. Jones!ā
I come out of a daze with a start.
āMr. Jones. Are you paying attention to these figures?ā
My boss, J.D. Bullshāt, stands next to an arrow representing declining salesā¦.marked on a large paper chart.
āOh yes J.D. Iām right with ya.āā
I smile. I just said that to make him happy.
What I really want is to get back to nature. With you Sally.
Would you go out with me next Thursday?
You can ask her in a MemoryTag card. If she says no, the card does the asking, sparing you any personal humiliation.
MemoryTag cards can say anything you want in addition to happy birthday, get well, graduation cards, Motherās and Fatherās Day cards, sympathy cards, weddings, anniversary cards, funny cards, weird cards, Valentineās Day cards, thank you cards, all of them a fraction of the cost of a store-bought card.