Scene: A packed, invitation-only hip-hop event in Manhattan, with many boldface names both on the stage and off it.
Dramatis personae:
An affable, inebriated twenty-something, surrounded by his posse
Me, wearing a sleeveless, curve-hugging stretch-wool Dolce & Gabbana dress, vintage Peter Fox suede heels and very red lipstick
He (slurring): Heeey, can I ask you something?
Me: Sure.
He: Well... I mean, you're older, right?
Me (raised eyebrows*): Uh, yeah.
He: Because you're really classy. And you were probably always classy. But I bet, when you were younger, you were dangerous.
Me (smiling): Oh, honey, I still am!
He (sheepishly): That's what I meant.
Exeunt omnes.
*note: no Botox = I still can
Dramatis personae:
An affable, inebriated twenty-something, surrounded by his posse
Me, wearing a sleeveless, curve-hugging stretch-wool Dolce & Gabbana dress, vintage Peter Fox suede heels and very red lipstick
He (slurring): Heeey, can I ask you something?
Me: Sure.
He: Well... I mean, you're older, right?
Me (raised eyebrows*): Uh, yeah.
He: Because you're really classy. And you were probably always classy. But I bet, when you were younger, you were dangerous.
Me (smiling): Oh, honey, I still am!
He (sheepishly): That's what I meant.
Exeunt omnes.
*note: no Botox = I still can
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