"What do you like to do for fun?" he asked, trying to be friendly and strike up a conversation. I offered a small smile. "I like to read." "A woman who reads has a certain soul to her. No wonder you have such a unique presence." I was at a loss for words. "Excuse me," I said, getting up. "I need to find the restroom." I ended up wandering through the club for what felt like ages. I didn't find the