Not A Word
A man who can’t forget a dancer he barely knows finally risks everything to see if the connection he imagined was ever real.
I first saw her at my friend’s bachelor party. Strip clubs weren’t my thing, but I went because I felt obligated. I figured I’d show up, have a couple of beers, then claim I had work in the morning and duck out early. That was before Krisztina. I watched the dancers before her, but none of them did anything for me. Nothing against them, but tattoos and fake parts aren’t for me. I’m into a more natural kind of beauty, one...