Ladies and gentlemen, it’s been quite some time since I’ve regaled you with tales of my new adventures in suckery, lovingly dubbed “Lollipop Tuesdays”. If you’re new to the pond, check out the conveniently placed “What’s Lollipop Tuesday?” header at the top of this page to cool the burning sensation in your cerebrum.
I need to find money and time and get my behind out into the world to do new things more. This year I’ve been a wee bit slacking, and my most recent plans fell through. So here’s a look at a Lollipop Tuesday past, partly to satiate you and partly to motivate me. After all, once I’ve pole-danced, I can do anything. Enjoy. *
Ladies and Gentlemen, Happy Pole-Dancing Lollipop Tuesday.
What? Pole Dancing!?
Yeah, I thought if I just threw it in there unexpectedly it wouldn’t hurt so bad. Are you all right?
In order to understand how incredibly awkward an experience this was for me, you have to first understand that I, Jackie, am not a sexual being. Perhaps somewhere deep, deep within me, there is a ferocious, sexy monster just waiting to be unleashed from years of pent-up frustration.
And if you look real hard in that same place, you might also find a unicorn.
So suffice it to say that when I answered the phone with a proposition on the other end that I join a group of ladies for a birthday party at a pole-dancing lesson and I actually said yes, I was instantly paralyzed with fear.
Paralyzed. With. Fear.
The problem is that there are two different Jackies at…
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