Can you believe it? I did. And not just someone, but a male. That's right, don't mess with me. And as long as I'm giving commands, Mr. Macho, don't be vulgar with me, or any other female. You were fun to dance with, but mostly just because I was in a feisty mood and I got to push you away, then hit you, then walk--no, strut-- away from you, across the dance floor. I love to strut. Did you really think I was flirting?
Ok, so it wasn't a hit so much as a tap...Still...
1 comment:
eeek! no way! you go girl.
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