Dear Dastardly X,

My husband and I rarely go out to clubs or discotheques together. Occasionally he’ll go out with friends to drink and look at the girls wiggle, but neither of us particularly loves dancing, and I’ve never been a four-in-the-morning kind of girl. But when it’s August in Barcelona, where we’ve been this past week, four in the morning just means a late dinner and a nightcap. The parties go till noon and then they start again, so one midnight we decided to find some sexy place. A friend had recommended a club near the Barrio Gotico, where we were staying, but when we got there the place was still empty. The waiter assured us that it would be filling up soon, so we chose a table in the corner as far away from the dance floor as possible. The music was good – not too loud, not too trendy – and we ordered a bottle of wine. Continue reading Sexy Spanish Dancers: her response to The Public Experiment →