I am Don Draper, and here is why. The star of the AMC series Madmen has now slept with every woman on the planet. I have recently confirmed that the only holdouts, Tibetan cliff dwelling women, caved in to his charms. And I am not going to explain the nun thing.
So since I cannot look like him or act like him, I will become him. No more Amnesiac for me- Don Draper, thank you. Here is what that means:
1. The bakery girls? All at once, thank you.
2. The YMCA girls? With half my testosterone tied behind my back.
3. Library women? The ultimate challenge- the beehive babes are never easy.
4. Flight attendants? Please.
5. Grocery store checkout gal? My phone number on a 20 should do the trick.
Now the real Don was able to accomplish this while being married to 2 women and raising 3 kids. I don’t have the same level of challenges.
So where should I start? I have the waittress in mind from Tootie’s Diner. We can recreate the kitchen counter scene from The Postman Rings Twice, and by 10 AM I will be on to my second tryst.
Of course, I shall report to you weekly, or after 50 encounters, whichever comes first.
Should have done this years ago.