Months ago, I was in the wedding of a close friend. It was 70s themed: the bridesmaids were in peasant dresses, the groom was in corduroy, and there were *so many* disco balls. I knew a handful of people there and managed to catch up with them during the reception. My date for the wedding was a friend who’s into the BDSM scene, though we weren’t in any sort of relationship. During the course of the reception, we danced to hits from the 70s and I did my best (poor) imitation of disco-ing in a peasant dress.
After we sent the happy couple off to catch a red-eye flight, 6 or 7 of us grabbed drinks from the hotel bar and settled down to visit. A few drinks in, I started fiddling with the neckline of my dress. It caught the attention of a friend named Mikhail. He’s introverted – always watching and analyzing but rarely contributing to the conversation unless he’s interested in the topic. And a big man – not heavy, per se, but bulky.