A simple solution to a series of broken promises was delivering a barrel of beer to the nudist camp annual picnic. He hadn’t meant to be a flake and disappoint his girlfriend by promising to take her to multiple naked events, then not coming through, but his fear of people seeing his tiny penis kept him canceling at the last moment. At least by providing the beer for the gathering he showed he cared about her even if he wasn’t there.
When they’d first started dating he had no clue she was a nudist and that the foundation of a good relationship for her was based on baring all at public outings. Now that he had to accept the fact that she’d be out showing off her body while he massacred aliens on his video game he realized that opposites can indeed attract. He was actually amazed that she stuck with him but figured his being super rich had to have something to do with it. Every woman he dated had their agenda and this one didn’t spend thousands on clothes or mind his being obsessed with gaming, so things could be and had been worse. Finding love in the modern world was a complex minefield to traverse, what with political correctness, emotional sensitivity, and gender equality. Not that he wanted a me Tarzan, you Jane kind of relationship, but someone that liked to bake brownies and loved to play VR games would be fun to be with. Especially since he liked to do housework and putter in the garden when he wasn’t busy running his ride share empire.
There were times he wished he’d been given a muscular babe magnet body but wondered if the trade off would have been not having a clue about making money. At least being rich allowed him to travel and live a lifestyle that was generally carefree, and maybe having a tiny penis increased the blood flow to his brain. But it still would have been nice to have the option of running naked through the woods with his girlfriend on days like this. Hopefully, the picnickers would enjoy the beer and she’d bring home a grilled hot dog and some potato salad.
He got so distracted by thinking about what he could be doing that the aliens almost overran the outpost he’d built on Mars so he had to get a good grip on the controls and vaporize them before things got out of hand. While doing that the doorbell rang. He wasn’t expecting anyone so he almost didn’t answer but in the end he was glad he did. A door to door salesman carrying a brown leather satchel greeted him with a smile.
“Good afternoon, sir,” he said. “I represent the Mega Jumbo penis enhancer company. Could I interest you in taking a look at our new product line?”
Suddenly, it didn’t matter if the aliens took over the entire galaxy. If he could go to the next year’s nude picnic and drink beer with his girlfriend she might take an interest in learning how to play games, and their relationship could flourish.
“Why yes,” he replied. “I think I would. Please come in.”