Monday, July 8, 2013

Not Her Kind of Place

My friend's normally smooth, oval face is pinched in consternation. "He took me to a Manhattan club, and, I don't know, I feel like I was underdressed."

"Why's that?" I ask.

"Well," she says, "I'm just now way more intimate with a bunch of strangers' bodies than I would ever want to be, and just, I don't dress like that."

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