When I studied abroad in the UK, I loved to visit small farm towns and villages near my university on the weekend.
One Friday night, I stumbled into a quaint looking pub looking for a nightcap. When I discovered that it was "Free Use Night," I wanted to leave. Run. Get the hell out of that sick place.
Until another woman came in, and I saw how...rewarding the experience could be.
Can my sheltered American body take what these blue collar men are ready to dish out?