For real conversation I had last night

Fourth dance with a pale lashed bald ginger-soul patched guy:
“Why do YOU get to touch your boobs when I can’t?” he whined up at me.
“Because they’re mine.”
“…oh.”

My matter-of-fact logic killed his boner. He didn’t get another dance.

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