A mere month ago my first night back turned me to the dance floor in my Rajasthani slides and decaled shirt of a Tamil heartthrob named Vijay.
From bread on the streets to jackets on the dancefloor.
I got Hot Chip and College.
I didn't get Dreamboat or M.I.A.
Many urine breaks allowed me to hear things like this:
"I totally destroyed her, and I loved it."
"She has the perfect build for dirty, low center of gravity and she's worth it."
"I hate pants too! When I wear them..."
"I love all the tall good looking girls here, I appreciate that."
"I love the six foot and up."
"Guys are all shorter than you in heels."
"Your boobies are so good in that...lets...gooo...dance."
(I am ready, I am ready for a fall).
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