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I stand by myself on the dance floor trying to make sense of what has just happened. My shock turns to horror as I realize that I have just offered my body to a virile, heterosexual male, and he has unequivocally turned me down.
My mouth hangs agape as I look around the room, searching for any sign that can give me answers. Aren’t men supposed to always be ready and anxious for s*x? I didn’t realize that willing, reasonably attractive females were ever given a ‘no, thank you’ when they were offering a man a night of n***d pleasures with no strings attached.
Jamie is the first to notice that something is wrong with me. She scurries over and asks what has happened.
Without thinking I blurt out the problem. “Shay politely declined my offer to spend the night in bed together.”
“What??”
