Letting Your Hair Down-Topless In Detroit

Tragically enough I had too much to drink that night, a night of fun and no responsibility in sight, the freedom of a teenager seemed so wrong yet right, as we cruised through Detroit so I was filled with such fright. I had great friends but they were as crazy as a cliché- They dared to take off my bra- flaunt my bare chest through the moon roof and say: “WHOO HOOO! I’M A LOSER AND LOVE LIONEL RICHIE, HIS SONGS MAKE ME POOP FROM EXCITEMENT!” I was definitely under indictment- All of a sudden, my bra flew in the wind, behind me crashing into the car behind me, the man in the car was filled with enticement, and we pulled over so I could give an apology. I was topless. He was breathless. I couldn’t stop this. But nonetheless…. We went on a date the very next night, knowing he saw me in my birthday suit, I wore a dress probably too darn tight- he then decided that I was a good pursuit.... Oh, what a hoot! Best friends we soon became, and that moon roof was to blame! Six years later wedding bells rang, at the reception, Lionel Richie I sang, I was braless under the white gown I wore, but that was nothing he hadn’t seen before! Letting Your Hair Down February 6, 2017