The only woman who has ever chased me was a willowy Japanese waitress who trailed me half a block from her restaurant door.
"Sir," she panted, "I'm sorry . . . but you forgot your change!"
Oh . . . So I waltzed off 100 yen richer. Meanwhile all the waitress got -- besides 40 meters of exercise -- was my sincere gratitude.
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