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To: Rambi who wrote (31347)	7/9/1999 1:44:00 PM
From: Gauguin	Respond to of 71178

Dash's partner was driving me to the store, for Bandaids or something, and one can safely say he likes girls, as we drive, staccato-like; or mouse-like. Braking here, braking there; speeding up there. Diving to the curb there. He's a little ~ zippy. He says, "Ya know? I'm really starting to like bigger women." (I can see why this guy is Dash's partner. They are sort of honest and interesting. Easy-go. Carefree, in a way, but.....hmmm.) "Really?" I say, interested. He knows I'm just curious about what he likes about something; knows I'm not going to say "Ewwww, man." No agenda. Might even be simpatico! That's why he tells me. Shares. I don't have to explain how perceptions have changed over 3000 years, all I have to to is relax and enjoy myself, which is what I do.....enjoy myself.... "Yah!" he says. We get out of the car. He comes around the hood of the car, smiling, and whacks his arm down on to my shoulder. "Yah! And they're cushy." "Cushy?" "Cushy!"