I couldn’t believe it. My pal Dusty and I had stumbled into a Lesbian Ball.
“Look at all the women here!” he exclaimed. “I’m feeling lucky.”
“Oh no, man. These women don’t want us here,” I said.
“Sure they do,” he insisted, and we paid the cover charge at the door, even though the woman there said we wouldn’t have a good time.
She was right… sort of.
The stares we got were like a hundred daggers and arrows.
But it was worth the discomfort because watching those women slow dancing was one of the best lessons in seduction I’ve ever experienced…
…and one of the most memorable twenty minutes in my whole life.
Groove of the Day