Everyone and their mama will (rightfully) call me out for having a sexist-ass title to this post. And it's true: it's so sexist that I admit that in this post I'm making flamebait from the title on down. But I couldn't go to bed without sharing this with anyone that cares to read along.
So, we all know that in a city as big as New York, eventually you're bound to get solicited with sex by a pro and/or madam. Little did I know that it would happen in one of my favorite after-hours jumpoff spots.
I was in a bar on 3rd Ave in Murray Hill (I won't get more specific than that since I actually like the place and would like to go back someday) when I ended up dancing with some chick. She was cool from the minute I saw her: black, and thick and fine from the cornbread and the cabbage, to use the expression. Obviously the vodka cranberries were dictating the terms of this convo, but I was vibing with said muchacha, and since I was out, I figured I'd do what I like, which is drink and dance.