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I love warm summer rains. I lived in South Africa for a while when I was young, and in the summer it would rain almost every day in the afternoon for about 20-30 minutes. It would be a sudden, intense downpour, with huge, pregnant drops of warm water falling straight down. Visibility would drop to about 30 feet. The light through the clouds was still strong and white, and objects and people around you became black and gray shadows in the white downpour. I would run outside and play in the rain, or sometimes just stand there and get soaked. You can only get so wet; after that it just runs off in rivers. I love that feel. When it would stop raining the sun broke out almost immediately and everything near the ground would get steamy. I would climb to the top of the garden wall, about 9' high and only a foot thick. I would lay on top in the sun until I was dry.

Several VR members have asked where I got the name captainglobehead. Some have made guesses, a few of them very creative, I might add. One member even suggested that she pictured me looking like Charlie Brown in superhero garb (thank you, Sapphire. Love you.) Another asked if it referred to the proportions of a specific, private part of my anatomy. Sadly, no. The truth is much more mundane, and not nearly as entertaining.



I actually got the name back in 1995 on a project site while working on a ski resort in Colorado. I'm an environmental consultant and I had 3 technicians working under me at the time. When construction workers on the mountain first heard that we were going to be working closely with them on the mountain, they assumed we were radical environmentalists there to interfere with their activities. On the first day I tried to allay their concerns and assured them that we were there with the same goals in mind, to get the improvements on the ski resort completed safely and efficiently, without breaking environmental regulations. That said, there was still a little animosity between the workers and my crew. The construction workers “affectionately” nicknamed my technicians Tree-hugger, Duck-dipper and Otter-scrubber. As their fearless leader, I was given the name Captain Globehead, a parody on the cartoon character Captain Planet. By the end of the project we had earned the respect and trust of the other contractors on the mountain and I was frequently referred to as just “Captain”, at least to my face. The names stuck, and I grew to like it.

OK, here is the best reason EVER for guys to become vegetarian. One of the girls that works in an office above mine stopped by on her way back from lunch last Friday. I asked her what she had for lunch and she asked me the same. I told her that, surprisingly, my meals have been primarily vegetarian this week. I didn’t plan it that way; it just turned out that way so far.



She surprised me with a short squeal and an unexpected piece of information: She said she loves to give blowjobs to guys that are vegetarians. Caught off guard but not wanting to miss out on this conversation, I asked if she was that supportive of PETA and similar animal-rights efforts. She said that it had nothing to do with the animals. She said that guys who are vegetarians smell better in their private areas (groin and arm pits), even immediately after a shower. Guys that eat meat smell differently, she said. And (this is the important part!) vegetarian guy's cum is thinner and tastes sweeter. Diets heavy in meat (particularly antibiotic and steroid infused beef) makes come thick and yellowish and bitter.



I turned to my business partner and said, “D, what did I have for lunch?”



He said, “A wedge salad with bleu cheese, tomatoes and bacon bits.”



“Those weren’t bacon bits,” I protested, “Those were candied pecan pieces!” And I caught myself: I realized I wanted her to think I was vegetarian. Why would I do that? I’m not a vegetarian, and I really don’t think I would have let this girl give me a blowjob. But I wanted her to WANT to give me a blowjob. It has been so long since anyone around wanted me like that, that it was important to me that she did.



But that’s another story.



Prior to WWII, Japanese could frequently tell if Americans or Europeans were in an adjacent room if there was an adjoining door. They could smell them. And it wasn’t necessarily due to hygiene. It was because of meat consumption, and the Americans and Europeans had a distinct odor to them.



The point is this: would you be willing to cut back on meat to make yourself more attractive (smell and taste!) to women? Hell, yeah!