Sit back, and I’ll tell you my bowling-related Generic Cialis story. You see, I met my current girlfriend at the local bowling alley. Sure, you may think I cruise the lanes just looking for an easy score, but hey, I don’t roll like that. For me, it’s all about the bowling. I play in a league, and our team is a band of brothers that no woman could ever come between. To give you a little background, I’d been having a slight erectile dysfunction problem for the past year or so, but I hadn’t ordered any Generic Cialis. I guess I didn’t care too much about getting my rocks off, as long as the team was winning-and anyway, I hadn’t seen any girl in particular who really caught my eye. Until that fateful night at the lanes when I ran into Shirley. She had her own bowling team of broads, all with matching pink shirts; her teammates looked like a couple of football players, but she was a cute little something, her tight pink shirt squeezing her pert breasts together. Can you imagine looking at that, and see her hoisting that heavy ball between her cleavage, and not getting a rock-hard center pin? Before Generic Cialis, though, my shiny center pin just stood for a moment, wobbled around a bit, and then finally toppled over, rolling lifelessly into the gutter. Sure, that’s usually a good thing in bowling, but not when you’re rolling on that long pink lane between her legs! I longed to do that, but I knew that until I ordered some Generic Cialis and got some serious help for my erectile dysfunction problem, I wouldn’t roll worth a crap.

For a week or so there, I’d see Shirley at the lanes, and invite her over to the bar for a soda or something. Pretty lame, when what I really wanted to do was take her out to the parking lot and go bowling for cherries. For some reason I was reluctant to order Generic Cialis, even though I was quickly realizing that it was my only hope. I was so distracted that I was bowling poorly, and our team was falling in the standings. It was because I had a negative self-image, as my sports psychologist said; I couldn’t picture myself as the champion, and so I would never actually become the champion. One night, after several beers, as the lanes were closing down, I confided in a teammate that I was having serious problems, and was considering ordering Generic Cialis. He slapped me on the back and cheered me up. “I know, it’s a difficult step for a man to take. It involves admitting that we need a little help down there. But it’s just shooting yourself in the… foot, to put off ordering it. All it does is help restore your blood flow-that’s all you need to get an erection. Well, that, and a hot piece of flesh in front of you. You’ve got that, I’ve noticed! I’ll admit to you, though-I’ve been using Generic Cialis for over a year now. And I’ve been bowling strikes ever since-at the lanes, and in the bedroom. Order some. Our team needs you!”

Following his advice, I got on the Internet and placed my Generic Cialis order; and by the time the next bowling night rolled around, I was good to go. I took my first dose in the parking lot; I rolled in our match, and afterwards, taking Shirley to the parking lot, I rolled her as well. I’ll describe both rounds simultaneously: at first, the balls seemed abnormally heavy, probably because I hadn’t used them in so long. I had trouble lifting them. But thanks to Generic Cialis, they were soon rolling like champions, hard and straight, and with devastating power. Strike after strike after strike, no gutterballs. I was putting some wicked spin on it too, which made Shirley squeal with delight. I guess I got excited near the end, and became a bit hasty-but I recovered, and picked up the split, displaying some amazing technique. Because of Generic Cialis, I went home that night with the trophy.