Some girl will grab my junk

The Border on a weekday afternoon. Dull might be a fair description.

I stopped in on a lark, knowing that I'd likely be disappointed but hoping things might be better. My expectations were reasonable. I knew the girls would be very average. That's all I've seen at the Border for a very long time. I also knew the extras I crave were long banished from the club.

But a guy can hope. What I was hoping for was that one of the average girls would strike me as attractive enough - and that she would sit next to me and make her pitch for a dance with her hands where I wouldn't think straight.