Hoping that the above title is not a contradiction in terms, I’ll tell you a little story.
First, to set the stage, I’m a middle-aged guy of conservative appearance; quiet, thoughtful-looking, definitely not a hell-raiser. With that in mind…
A few year back I was treating a retired woman. She was a bit hard of hearing, but quite pleasant. I typically saw her on Monday afternoons and she always asked me what I’d done over the weekend. On one particular day, I answered this way: “Oh, my wife and I went to a tapas place.”
“A topless place!” she shrieked, almost hysterical. Well, eventually I was able to calm her down and explain to her that it was a Spanish-style tapas restaurant at which my wife and I had eaten, not a burlesque show.
But still, I’m not sure that she ever again looked at me in quite the way she had before her innocent inquiry regarding my weekend activity.