...okay, so it's not a conventional dance class. We all wear hipscarves with coins that jingle jangle jingle, if that gives you any idea. We're a motley lot of folks. Some very young, some eligible for AARP, and most of us are somewhere in the middle. It's surreal sometimes, but I get a kick out of it, and I meet up with two of my favorite people from Big Company, so I'm still getting to see them there, at least.
There were several shocking revelations tonight. The regular teacher wasn't there so someone else led the class, and I figured her for, oh, mid-50s at the least, possibly early 60s. At some point, she said she is 42. I was gobsmacked. Surely not. This county is apparently very hard on women.
Note to self: determine never to seem like a local.
The other shocking outburst came when the daughter of the 42 year old started talking about working the late shift at Whataburger, and how people pull up to the drive-through window in various stages of intimate acts and all manner of the stages of undress. *aherm*
I could have done without that. She went on to say a friend of hers came through the line, passenger in a vehicle where she was giving oral pleasure to the driver. This I could have done without, as well.
The real doozie was when the 60-ish woman said "I did that to my husband. I think it was in the drive-through of a Taco Bell."
Really!
I'm no prude, by a long shot, but I'm dazzled people would speak so casually about such things in front of strangers.
And, uh, yuck! If you're going to debase yourself by doing naughty things in semi-public, at least chose a less down-market theatre for your exploits. Then again, it may have been the perfect setting.
Again-- more information I could have lived a full life without having heard.
I thought I'd pass it along and ruin your day, too. :P
14 comments:
LOL sometimes all you can do is wonder where these people come from...
And what she was doing probably tasted better and was better for her than the food they got from the various fast food eateries.
I know where they came from...and they're breeding...
Sheesh. I'm with you, Phlegmmy. Keep your intimate stuff INTIMATE, people!
Fantasy is one thing, reality quite another, and it would behoove these folks to learn the difference.
Oh, and re: looking older, I massaged a lady the other day whom I took for late forties, early fifties...turns out she was 35! That's what tanning obsessively does, Folks. Just an FYI. And I'm not just talking the face, either.
Classy.
Next, they'll discuss their Herpes or Chlamydia.
Aw, ewwwww ... and yet somehow, I'm still hungry for lunch. Go figure.
But I am not going to the drive-through.
Did the customer ask for some dipping sauce?
Agree. Intimacy should be kept to ones self, not handed out "casually".
Sheesh. Definitely T-M-I.
B Woodman
Some persons have less boundaries than others. Director/Actor Ron Howard was on a tv talk show, sharing how his kids were named after the street intersections where he and the Mrs. (You get the gist)...
I'm pretty sure you can't get more down-market than a fast food drive through. Yeah...umm...gross.
I think it was in the drive-through of a Taco Bell.
He had it his way. Oh, wait... that's BK. Nevermind.
I dunno, I had lunch at the Waffle Shop up the hill from work yesterday. Toothless waitress, covered in biker/jail tats from mid-forearm to wrist and I presume everywhere else. Looked 50+; said she was 34.
I'm glad she didn't touch my plate until I was done.
"If you're going to debase yourself by doing naughty things in semi-public, at least chose a less down-market theatre for your exploits..."
In-N-Out Burger?
Didn't realize you were a belly dancer.
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