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Saturday, May 17, 2003 My feet are killing me. I had this pair of great Charles Jourdan high-heel pumps that I put on after dinner, on my way to Splash. After less than half and hour of intense pain and not being able to jump around the dance floor I had to slip them off and put back my ugly no non-sense sandals. I danced and danced and danced. Ming danced and danced and danced. He took off his t-shirt, as per the house dress code. I did not take off mine, though I was ready to do it and cry discrimination if somebody objected. I had fun as usual, except for a few minutes when a very confused gay guy came over to me like a freight train and tried to shove his tongue down my throat. Needless to say, he did not get his way, but getting licked by a total stranger does not turn me on. He then proceeded to rub every inch of himself against me and a few minutes later, after this fleeting heterosexual moment (there is no way, no matter how drunk or stoned he was, that he could confuse me with a man), tried to french kiss (freedom kiss?) some dude. I tried to send an audioblog twice but I could not hear the instruction. You'll get to listen to the music next time. 12:50 AM
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