For my 40th birthday my sister-in-law and best friend surprised me with an afternoon of private pole dancing lessons. I was told to be ready at 3pm and wear comfy/workout clothes--and that was all the intel I received.
They arrived at my house and covered me in all sorts of "I'm 40!" costume paraphernalia. I'm sure I looked ridiculous but I couldn't see due to the massive blindfold they tied around my head. They secured me in the backseat of the car and handed me a plastic cup of champagne----my birthday celebration had officially begun........
Our destination was a place called The Girl's Room......a big studio with mirrored walls, wood floors, and several poles. For the next 2 hours the three of us were going to become the girls in baggy sweat pants and the Reeboks with a strap who turn around and give our big booties a slap--HEY! We were ready to get Low.....I was diggin' it, man. This was a great way to feel young, sexy and fun---not like a washed-up 40-year-old....
Let the games begin!
To be cont'd...........
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