Mitzi
04-25-2007, 10:20 PM
Another story from the past, maybe to be shared vicariously by those who have yet to step out...
Back in the 80's, I was at a T-bar (en femme) in Los Angeles nursing a drink. In walks a "gurl", looking all the world like a soccer mom all dressed up for a coctail party. She says let's go to this straight country western bar in the Valley. Okay, so we drive there, take a swig from a flask she'd carried to bolster our nerves, then went in.
There were several guys at the bar, and a few couples sitting at tables. All eyes were on us as we walked in. We order drinks and nervously chat. After a bit, one of the guys at the bar walks over and asks me to dance. Umm, thanks, but I'm not much of a dancer. Okay, so he retreats back to the bar. But he comes back after awhile, come on, dance with me... well, why don't you dance with my friend. Okay, so they get on the dance floor and shake their booties. Then he comes back again...please dance with me...oh, okay...so we get on the floor, I wiggle my tush a bit, half way through the number he realizes I really am a lousy dancer and politely escorts me back to our table. No body bothered us after that. They probably figured we were lesbians.
Mitzi
Back in the 80's, I was at a T-bar (en femme) in Los Angeles nursing a drink. In walks a "gurl", looking all the world like a soccer mom all dressed up for a coctail party. She says let's go to this straight country western bar in the Valley. Okay, so we drive there, take a swig from a flask she'd carried to bolster our nerves, then went in.
There were several guys at the bar, and a few couples sitting at tables. All eyes were on us as we walked in. We order drinks and nervously chat. After a bit, one of the guys at the bar walks over and asks me to dance. Umm, thanks, but I'm not much of a dancer. Okay, so he retreats back to the bar. But he comes back after awhile, come on, dance with me... well, why don't you dance with my friend. Okay, so they get on the dance floor and shake their booties. Then he comes back again...please dance with me...oh, okay...so we get on the floor, I wiggle my tush a bit, half way through the number he realizes I really am a lousy dancer and politely escorts me back to our table. No body bothered us after that. They probably figured we were lesbians.
Mitzi