dance 22 February 2009
I love sharing my life with young men – well known fact = NOT an issue. I love the way the ‘young’ have more adventures (like we used to have Back In The Day, I guess). SO, someone I know decided he’d hop into a casino he’d never even noticed before, close to work, on his way home last night for a few hands of Black Jack (my favourite – it’s basically 21s, isn’t it?). Anyhow, he did well but all along was taken by how many ladies were attracting his attention and seemed interested in him. As he made to leave he was told he’d love ‘a dance’ and when he truthfully said he really didn’t want one it was made clear by 4 very large men (Russians, he felt) that HE SO DID want that dance. He was duly relieved of 50 euro (by debit card – don’t you love the modern way?!) and spent 5 minutes sitting on an ‘actual’ throne while a lovely lady who said ‘no touch’ (‘ah, no, you’re alright love’ my mate wanted to tell her) writhed in front of him while the 4 (Russian?) lads looked on. BRILLIANT for many reasons – 1) he’s 23 and should be having such adventures and 2) it was only 50 euro – at that stage he’d have had to hand over 500 if they’d been ‘persuasive’ and 3) he’d won more at the Blackjack table.
AAAAH. I enjoyed that…
