AGA Roll Call: Dirty Old Men?

On New Year’s Eve I got all dressed up and went out for dinner and a dance with some friends at a nearby Jamaican club. My friends and I were the youngest people there and I attracted some attention in the strapless dress I was wearing, one that hugged my curves as I danced to the sweet reggae music the DJ was playing. It was a good night though, we danced and ate good food and counted down in that special New Year’s spirit where everyone forgets that they are strangers and truly wishes the person next to them happiness.

We left tired and happy, but unfortunately without my passport. I went back to the club to get it a few evenings later and the atmosphere was decidedly different.