Back in my college days, there was a classmate I will call "Rhonda". Only because that is her name. We weren't really close, but we had a few friends in common.
Years later, I heard this story about an event that occurred just before she got a divorce.
It was Rhonda's husband's birthday, and she threw a party for him and his buddies out by their pool somewhere in the south Pacific. I think it was Saipan. They worked for an airline, as I recall. Late 20's traveling, and living on a tropical island… Some would think that the perfect life.
But there was trouble in paradise.
The exotic dancer / stripper had whipped the boys into a frenzy. Not hard with a bunch of half drunk ex-frat expats. But slowly, one by one, the boys stopped cheering and whistling as the truth of the situation dawned on them. Finally, hubby realized the awful truth…
Have you seen, The Crying Game? The exotic dancer that his wife got him for his birthday? The one that he and his manly friends had been just cheering and lusting over?
Surprisingly, the marriage didn't last much longer. Guess he didn't find it all that amusing, but she laughs her ass off every time she tells it.