When I was younger, I used to go out a lot. One of my favorite places to visit was Webster Hall. I really loved the energy of that club.
I remember one night, I was in the Top 40 room, and this middle-aged German woman started to dance with me. She told me she was there on vacation, and we were having a great time on the dance floor. At one point, she leaned in close and tried to kiss me. I pulled back a little, and she started kissing my neck. I wasn’t particularly attracted to her, but I have to admit, her confidence and boldness were catching me off guard.
Then out of nowhere, I felt someone behind me. I turned around and saw a man who appeared to be around her age. He stepped back when I turned around but kept dancing and nodded at me. My radar immediately went off, and I started to wonder if something strange was going on. I pulled away from her, and she said, “Don’t worry, that’s my husband.”
I was confused. She had been all over me, and here was her husband watching the whole thing. He circled around while still dancing and got behind his wife. He was dancing close behind her while she went back to leaning into me. They motioned toward the door and mentioned they had a room nearby. I was not interested at all.
They said, “Come on, we are having fun. Let’s go back and party at our place.” I replied that I might be open to dancing more, but a private situation with both of them was not something I was comfortable with. They insisted it was all or nothing. “Don’t knock it till you try it,” they said. I politely declined and started to move on. They understood, expressed some disappointment, and eventually moved along themselves.
I am simply not interested in that kind of situation, so a threesome was never going to happen. And that was the time an older German couple tried to invite me back to their hotel room.
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