Last July, Rob was, as usual, heading off to Harrogate for the annual trade fair. Unfortunately I couldn't go, due to work commitments, and anyway, I wouldn't want to be stuck there all week. I wanted to do something though, and it seemed logical to do something that I wouldn't do when he is with me, however, I just couldn't think of anything.
On Thursday my friend Sue came to the rescue.
"Hi Sally, isn't your Rob off to his show at the weekend?"
"I'm afraid so, yes."
"No need to be afraid, it's an opportunity. We can do something a bit different."
"Do you have something in mind?"
"I do indeed," she confided, "there is a dance at the rugby club."
"And you think we should go?"
"Of course, it'll be fun!"
"I don't want to be unfaithful to my husband, I'm not single like you."
"You don't have to get fucked, just dance a bit, have a few drinks, maybe flirt a bit, then go home leaving the guys frustrated. What do you think?"
"OK, I'll do it! What on earth am I going to wear?"
"I'll come round early and we can go through your wardrobe. Better still, why don't we go shopping Saturday afternoon?"
So it was decided, Sue would come round after lunch Saturday, just after Rob had set off for Harrogate, and we would go shopping for an outfit for me.
The shopping turned out to be a subtle and low key battle between Sue and me. She wanted me to dress like a tart, and I wanted to dress like an old maid. You would think that we could have found a compromise, but Sue wasn't interested in compromise, and totally refused to allow me to go to the dance with her unless I dressed the way she wanted. That's the reason that I ended up buying a ridiculously short, tight, thin dress plus a lacy black thong and push up bra set, and high heels. For those of you paying close attention to my stories, I can confirm that it's the same dress that made a re-appearance in my story, Beer and Curry. This was the first time it got me into trouble, so I should probably give up wearing it, rather than wearing it more often, which sounds like much more fun.
We opened a bottle of nice champagne while we got ready, and by the time we were ready to leave for the dance the bottle was empty, and, since Sue was driving, I had drunk most of it.
"This all seems a bit dull," I commented as we walked into the clubhouse, "it's all old people and couples."
"Don't worry sweet Sally, it'll get much busier after nine," Sue reassured me.
Sure enough, at ten past nine, about twenty young, fit, sexy, and desirable men flooded in, and headed straight for the bar.
"Who are all these guys Sue?"
"I think I'll have to call you Silly Sally in future. They're the rugby team, stupid, they're the reason we are here, and we're the reason they are here."
