I hope to have evidence tomorrow of a very good Friday night. In the form of pictures, or sore thighs and lips because the sex was that good. I'm hoping for the latter....
Rae invited me to some club downtown because it's her friend's birthday party. Ian and Ethan are coming also, so I will know them. But that's about it. Let's hope my dancing skills don't intimidate anyone nice! I have been known to throw down on the dance floor, which doesn't always bode well for my sex life. Guys tend to be into girls who grind up against them, or perhaps the girl who can't really dance because it makes the guy look to be their equal. And then there's me. It's incredibly easy for me to just get into the music and forget about everything else. Oops.
I also have no idea of what to wear, so thankfully Rae will be helping me in that department. I'm afraid I might be putting on some heels! Yes, heels! You know some dude invented those things so women couldn't run away from him very fast. He probably had warts and extremely hairy nipples. And I can never get the top right.... I always want to wear something cute, show off some skin, and it ends up pinching me or looking ridiculous when I dance. But if I don't try, even a little bit, I look like a lump of boring next to everyone else.
I am very excited about wearing makeup. I haven't done that in... (crickets)... a long time. And I know I'm good at makeup. I wear it well. Thank you years of dancing on stage!
Wish me luck people! And no, I'm not going to tell you dirty details if I do have sex tonight. Not unless you buy me a drink first.