Jim saw several Boobyfoxes out in the Bodyfix lobby and was mildly startled to realize that he vaguely recognized each one of them. It was odd, but conversations his brain had picked up across the gym over the past several months were suddenly sharp and clear in his mind, giving him all kinds of new information.
"Hi," he said to one smouldering and especially boobalicious black-haired Boobyfox. "I'm Jim, and you must be Nat." he also knew that Nat was short for Natalia, but he did not wish to overplay what little he knew. "You're a stockbroker."
Nat was clearly delighted. "Why, yes, I am."
Then Jim addressed one very lovely milfish blonde. "And you're Dey. You're a realtor."
Dey beamed. "Why, yes, but how did you know?"
"I've been listening." And now that he stopped to think of it, these ladies were female chauvinists of the first order, to judge from the nature of their constant chatter.
Yet it was clear that they were all taking an interest in him, and in his oddly new calm and confident persona he saw an opportunity to get in some networking. "Listen, ladies, I'd like to find a new job, and I'm hoping you could give me some suggestions." And now that he thought of it, he was not so keen on a bar, preferring instead a place for some real concentration. "Why not come on over to my place and we'll all talk? I have to warn you, it's a little cramped."
"Oh, a little cramped is just fine!" Dey assured him. "Isn't it, girls?" There was unanimous consent.
"I'm afraid I just walked over here," Jim continued -- but immediately the bidding began for who could get Jim to ride in her car.
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