Tales from NZ Spirit • That Time I was Propositioned on the Dance Floor
I was standing just outside the Chai Tent at NZ Spirit Festival, absorbing the insistent beat of the drum, resting my weary body. Or trying to, because the beat was difficult to resist.
‘Aren’t you exhausted yet?’
His question implied he’d noticed how long I’d been dancing. Six hours or so that night, on top of the…