Remember the Blog I Wrote About Client who liked to watch me take IQ tests? Here’s a Great Example of How “Sexy” Varies

This viral math question has two solutions.

This viral math question has two solutions.
There are two correct answers.
 Tomasina DiMatteo/Facebook

Spotted on The Daily Mail, the question was originally created by Go Tumble and shared on Wikr before taking off on Facebook and going viral.

There are two correct ways to solve it. The first way to find the solution is to add the equation, then combine the sum with that of the previous equation. The second solution involves multiplying the second number of the equation by the number you are adding to it. The correct answer could either be 40 or 96.


Your experience may vary, that is one of the phrases often used on the site that introduced me to internet adult entertainment and reviews of said entertainers, including my former self.  What works for one person may not for another.  Common sense really, but common sense isn’t so common.  You think you know what to expect but really you don’t–then you berate yourself for not expecting the unexpected. I had a client who often presented me with problems like the one I included above.  He liked to listen to me speak my thinking process aloud (for the above problem I got 40 a couple of different ways, but never 96).  When I reached the correct conclusion, when I spoke the number “40” he was in ecstasy.  “You are so…so…smart,” he would whisper. And he was mightily pleased.  Never missed.

With magic like that, I believed I had found a surefire way to appeal to men.  I offered to write book reports while they observed, I suggested they listen to me counting backwards by three’s, I even brought out different versions of the questions that had that particular client agog.  Any time you want, I would say with all sincerity, I will solve these problems for you, and then some.  How do you like me now?

And you know what?  As wildly successful as the i.q. flaunting was in that particular instance,  not one other person has ever asked to watch me do any sort of academic work as a sensual act–or even foreplay.  Go figure!


Published by X-Streetwalker Turned Sex Talker

Caroleena used to be a drug addicted hooker on streets of downtown Honolulu in the early years of the 21st century. She was not the only learned streetwalker among the sex worker addicts. This group would have been a liberal college admissions officer's dream of diversity seeing as how they represented such a wide range of ages, races, family types, locations of origin, education levels, and gender identities. The two constants were trauma and dependency. Everyone out there had experienced life altering trauma which spurred them to seek refuge in drugs. Addiction was the unexpected phenomenon that kept them stuck in the dope. This downtown area was different from other drug saturated areas of America in one important way. The U.S. is the most violent country in the world, but in this corner of the nation there were no street gangs, no gun violence. You wouldn't get shot but you were probably going to be beaten up and robbed at some point. Interpersonal violence between intimate partners, friends, and family members was viewed as a natural part of being close to people. "Domestics" was something an individual brought upon herself or himself by causing problems in an interpersonal relationship. Caroleena, the perennial pariah even among society's rejects, had no intimate associates who might harm her. Prostitution was not as risky on Oahu as it was most everywhere else because the island was just too small. Everyone was somehow connected to everyone else with only something like two degrees of separation. You commit a crime, someone will know who you are and someone else will know how to find you. Hookers rarely got killed. Honolulu's relative safety allowed Caroleena over 10 years of street longevity until the scene ended when authorities started arresting men for allegedly soliciting undercover police for sex and posting their pictures on the evening news. tells Caroleena's adventures during her decade of addiction and its consequences--homelessness, prostitution, drug dealing, incarceration, family destruction, the list goes on. Every story relates events Caroleena experienced, witnessed, or imagined. The tale of this outcast is skillfully and paradoxically told in the language of the elite. The wording of the posts is itself a testimony to the wide grip that addiction has on all levels of society, even impacting the privileged who were previously thought to be immune to the troubles of the lower class. During these days of opiate addiction maybe she can answer some questions and present applicable solutions. If not, you are still in for a hell of a good read.

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