needless to say, it was awkward.  after a while, people were still staring at me.  they wanted me to take off my shirt.

I was nervous, but took off my shirt.  I swear, they looked at me like they hit gold or something.  after a creepy few seconds, I put my shirt back on.  

"omg...you are 100 percent man!"

that was the comment that stood out.  so after being put on the market for a few moments, I had job offers to be anywhere from an erotic dancer to bartender. I said I'd sleep on it.  

but shit, 20 an hour!  I could retire in a good amount of years no sweat!  they didn't even offer others that amount...I swear with me it's a fetish thing for them.  I'm not ripped or anything, but I do have a hairy chest and abdomen...who knew gay guys were into that.

I did feel a little bit confident in my looks, but the creepyness factor definitely took priority.  by the end of the night, I lost count of how many people rubbed me under my shirt...

...I feel a shower is in order...

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livewire's temporary resident furry, until FurryPanther returns

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Grok in fullness.