Japheth
I was a little uneasy about going to the Purple Unicorn. The place was blatantly advertised as a Women’s club, and as Rob liked to say, “No self-respecting heterosexual man would step inside.”
But Regina assured me they could, and they did all the time. Although the clientele was almost exclusively women, they often brought their boyfriends and husbands along. She said some single men frequented it too, because, in her words, there were more single, available women there than at any bar in town.
More importantly, Reggie was opening a door into a part of her life that had been previously off-limits. And that meant something.
She said not to dress up, but I wanted to make a good impression, so I pulled out a black button-down shirt to go with a good pair of black jeans. It w
