Cocklimentary.
“MMM,“ an artfully disheveled gent grunted his approval as I stepped up to the bathroom trough at Fiesta Cantina this weekend. “Lets see what’s going on underneath this 70s get up.”
” – Oh – uh – I wasn’t expecting to be putting on a show, but…”
We ALL know I’m always ready to go on stage.
“Daaammmn,” he and the guy on my right both roared.
“Yeah? Alright!” I nodded and – not one to pass up an opportunity – took a glance at each of their director’s uncut, too. “Huh. Not bad yourselves.”
What a day! I stumbled in for relief and received a boost to my confidence, as well. I guess it’s not always such an ugly thing – sexual objectification.
