"No, no golf. I bowl. Can't get enough. Beer and bowling, with some greasy nachos. My god I could die happy at a bowling alley." Tristan sighed in longing. It had dawned on him that throughout this drive he had pretty much no idea where he was or where he was going. Which was fine, he generally had no direction any ways. It was a good afternoon, "So getting Jimmy's lips wrapped around your Johnson not going to work, nor my lips for that matter. But you have mentioned a lack of shared orgasms which means you are fond of them and missing them. What type of girl are we looking for? Give me details, I know them all. I don't have the power of my youth and cannot command them to date you, but I can make a suggestion that carries weight."