The stories I could tell of frenzied bachelor parties, exotic dancers jumping out of cakes. Sounds exciting? Sure, but around midnight, there you are frustrated and disappointed with a fake cake you can’t eat and a dancer named Candy who has to leave to drive her babysitter home.
Hello! I'm a big fan of your blog, I really love your writing (actually, I read something every night before sleep, it's one of my favorite moments of the day) and I really wanted to ask you a scenario, I hope you can do it. How would be if Candy was a dancer? Like ballet, jazz, hip-hop or another gender. I would really like to read how guys discovered that. Thanks for your attention and I'm sorry for my bad English (Brazilian girl here). Love your blog, love u! Bye!