Stefanie's First Asian

"Have I ever told you about My First Asian?" Stefanie began.

"No," I replied, "but you officially have my attention."

It seems the girls were suffering a bout of cabin fever last winter. When you live somewhere with a real winter, you reach a point where you don't care how cold or windy it is outside, you just have to leave the house. So they decided to get dolled up, have some drinks, then brave the cold for Rumors, Dupont's infamously unclassy meat market bar and dance establishment. Which should give you an inkling of the direction this story is heading.

Apparently, teeny-tiny Millie had given Stefanie a top of hers (a red going-out top, the kind that pushes one's boobs to the sky), but Stefanie had not yet summoned up the courage to wear the small article of clothing out in public. The girls attempted to remedy this, but she remained unconvinced. Finally Stella came up with a way to sidestep her stubbornness.

"You know what? Let's not worry about picking outfits yet. Let's just hang out and have a few drinks here, and then we'll change and head out."

Read: let's just get Stefanie drunk, and then she'll be more likely to don the aforementioned bold top. And lo and behold! It worked.

They arrived at Rumors with Stefanie already pretty tipsy and dolled up with her cleavage alive and kicking. They drank some more and danced a bit. Then Stefanie spied an Asian guy that she found hot, despite him not being her type at all, and started dancing with him. Cut to them making out on the dance floor as the girls snickered behind them. After a while the guy asked her if she wanted to come home with him.

She didn't, but out of curiosity she asked, "Where do you live?"

"Arlington," was the response that came back.

Stefanie threw her head back and laughed. When he looked perplexed, she declared loudly, "I don't do suburbs."


That's my girl.