| Poleaxed Potential |
Jun 25, 2008 5:33 pm
Mood: Polehardy ... I hope, 636 Views | It's a strange life I lead. I have been invited to visit a new dance studio today. Which is not strange in itself as I am constantly in dance studios.
Except that this is a pole dancing studio.
Pause as I listen to the sounds of a stampede of men asking to come along ...
When I told a few of my males friends, last night, that I would be going to the opening of one, every single one of them rushed to put up their hands, slobbering, "Me! Me! Bring me!"
Which is why I am going alone.
With my notorious sense of direction I would probably get lost. Which means I will arrive terribly flustered and apologetic. Then the owner would probably ask me to give the pole a try. I would probably try out of curiosity and deadened brain cells from trying to find the studio.
And then I would treat the pole like aerial dance.
Which means I will forget that I do not have the same expanse of height to drop.
Which means you might read here tomorrow that I am in hospital with a concussion. Or worse.
Fingers, arms and legs crossed as I try not to kill myself this afternoon. Maybe even the eyes.
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