I’m a firm believer in the GOODNESS of volunteering. Taking time out of one’s busy schedule to lend a hand to those in need. However this is not what I HAD in mind when I was sitting in the audience of a comedy show entitled Ninja Sex-Party (I know, classy).
For the grand finale a female presence was required on stage. With no woman raising her hand, I felt bad and decided it was time to give my time. I should have thought longer.
Question: when a grown man, dressed in a Chinese Dragon Silk Robe, begins to undress and serenade you about explicit bedroom activities, where are you supposed to look?
Answer: not at him.
Terrified there was nothing under the his robe, my eyes locked with the back of the room and did not stray, not for a second. I managed to get through the entire song without assaulting my eyes. However, I did not realize how formal the event became. I was informed later that a fancy tuxedo thong was indeed under the robe. Does this mean I was under dressed?