Here in Houston there is one "goth" club called Numbers. Every Tuesday is "Kinky Tuesday" when kinksters are there, hang out, play a bit on stage (no nudity allowed, girl nipples must be covered, but guy nipples do not, bla bla bla, liquor license, etc.)
Get there by 8pm and they have a rope class. It's usually for beginners.
I've attended the rope class a few times, it's usually 20 or so people sitting / standing around with jute rope trying different knots on their own ankles, etc. A few experts are there to help guide and teach.
I'm not particularly good with rope. Despite having been a boyscout, I can never seem to remember the knots.
Anyway, there I was fucking it up, and one of the women instructors came over to see the mess I was making.
She said "Ah... OK... Yeah... I can see what you did wrong. Ummm. Yeah if... OK... Come this way," she said as she grabbed the rope and tugged it the other way around my leg.
Without even thinking about it... Without even a fraction of a second delay, I said "If I could come that way, I wouldn't need the rope."
Nothing but crickets. No giggles. No chuckles. Nothing.
Then I followed it up with "Awww come on! That was funny!"
Nothing. I tells ya I get no respect.
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