| She asked me to dance and I obliged, being in the mood, but the blonde’s clumsiness on the floor while blaming my steps was more than enough for me, so I thanked her and returned to my barstool. Moments later she sidled up next to me and my jealous highball and leaned in close to my ear. “This may sound strange,” she whispered, “but would you like to have sex?” Before I could reply she continued, “You see, I’m on Prozac, and it’s supposed to kill your sex drive, and I just want to see if I still have one.” I enjoy any unusual twist in the predictable course of my day to day, so I volleyed back. “Tell me, do you have the urge for sex now?” I inquired. “No, but I’m hoping you can bring it out of me.” It was an intriguing proposition, but I was busy trading smiles with a voluptuous Spanish lady who was busy tugging down on her leather skirt after recrossing her generous thighs on her barstool – I knew I could help her. “Sorry,” I told the blonde, “but I don’t think it would work out. At least one of us has to want it.” |
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