This happened two years ago. I was visiting Nashville to see my brother who lives there. As some of you might know, Nashville has become the new capital of bachelorette parties. It’s impossible not to run into a group of bridesmaids when you’re there on any given weekend.
My brother, his girlfriend, and I were at a bar, and as it was starting to close, we walked outside to leave. My brother and his gf were going back to his apartment, but because I hate sleeping on couches, and a couch was the only soft surface available at his place, I had already booked a hotel room for the night. After making plans to meet in the morning for brunch, my brother and his gf left in their Uber. I was standing outside waiting for mine, which was 5 minutes away in the after bar traffic, when I was approached by three girls. One of them did all the talking.
Girl: “Are you a stripper?”
Me, taken aback and confused: “No, I’m not, haha.”
I was wearing my normal casual outfit. A well-fitted button-up shirt, khaki pants, and plain brown dress shoes