On a recent lazy weekend afternoon I thought I would go over the choreography from the lap dancing class I took many months ago. This is an exercise I do from time to time, not only to keep from forgetting the moves, but also to keep alive the thought that sometime soon I might have someone to do the dance for. Even so, I doubt I will bring this up on my date with Ham Radio Girl tonight.
So I turned on the ridiculous hip-hop song from class (I never thought I would download a song with so much moaning in it), pulled out a chair and found some room for dancing in my small apartment.
I was getting into it and decided to add a little flair to kicking my leg up over the chair and CRACK! That sound? That would be the sound of my bare foot hitting the bottom of my dinner table, almost causing it to become airborn.
You know what’s sexy? Hoping over to my couch and collapsing onto my back with an injured foot dangling in the air. The moaning in the hip-hop song suddenly became appropriate.
And you know what? Still felt sexy.
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