| 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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