I stopped in at Chicas Locas this afternoon on the way to meet some people at a classy downtown bar. Anyway I'm wearing light colored khaki pants. I get some dances from a dancer A*****, who would be a bona fide 10 if she spent a little bit of time in the gym and had a personality. She was easily the hottest woman in there.
Anyway I leave and get to the bar and somebody tells me I've got some strange shit on my crotch. A***** apparently had been on her period. It kind of looked like I'd been pissing blood inside my pants. So I go to the bathroom and try to clean it off and that doesn't work worth a damn. I end up trying to hold my pull over shirt low enough so no one will notice. There's a lesson in all this but I'm not sure exactly what.