This is the reverse situation, sort of, the NOT ENF. First semester of post grad ends, and the leader of the pack decides that about 14 of us should go to a local nude bar to celebrate. It was called The Tender Trap. So we are all sitting around one large table when I turn to look at the dancer on stage. She was a high school class mate I hadn't seen in over four years. And she recognized me and gave me a wink. O.K., that was cool. and so was she.
She left the stage, and being a gentleman at the time, I didn't utter a peep. Until I feel my head slapped by what turns out to be her ballet slippers. She says, for all to hear: "you naughty boy, what are you doing here???" About 13 jaws of my semi-drunk buddies hit the table at the same time. She climbed up on the table, put her slippers on as she didn't want to be totally naked, I assume, and began a not-so-private dance. While everyone got a look, it focused on me, causing jealousy. For a time, I was famous at the school, I guess. And she, to her credit, wasn't in the least embarrassed.
|