The Club
Back when I was a Puma in my thirties, I was into the twenty something men. I haven’t stopped with that nonsense because it makes all the sense in the world to me. I like men like my coffee, fresh, hot, sweet, and different shades of brown, depending on my mood. I loved to dance at clubs (still do). Once I met a guy at a Brazilian restaurant that transformed into a club at night. It had a techno room, a hip hop room and a salsa meringue room. Being the fickle girl that I am, I liked to move...