Picture This: 1999, Rural Iowa…

Picture this: 1999, rural Iowa. It’s late on a Saturday night and you find yourself at a small town, country-western themed lesbian club. You ask yourself ‘why’ then choose to ignore the question. You’re sitting at the bar, circling the rim of your watered down cocktail with the tiny straw they give you (are you actually supposed to suck through those? Preposterous) & hoping someone will notice you. Suddenly, you feel a slight chill, then sweet warmth at a welcome presence behind you…you perk up and lean back slightly, hoping it is the woman you’d been making eye contact with all night. Then, you feel a delicate press of fingertips on the small of your back and hear a soft, deep-toned voice ask, “Do you want to dance?” You turn and, thank the gods, it is her. “With who?” “With me.” She takes your hand and leads you to the dance floor. As you begin you are jolted this way and that, shocked and confused, you are overcome with the push and pull of her attempting to ball room dance in the middle of a modern club. Wtf is she doing??? The Viennese Waltz?? Why are we hopping so much? But, you know what, who cares…you go with it. This woman is HOT.