Playboy Advisor
September, 2009
I get turned on to the point of becoming short of breath and suffering vertigo whenever a man winks at me. This has occurred since my freshman year of college. A young man in my dorm regularly winked at me and I would immediately swoon and let out a moan. He told a few friends, and they did their best to make me miserable. Thankfully I met my husband when I became a senior. He winked at me once in the car—fortunately he was driving—and 18 years later he uses it to his advantage (and mine) in the...
