Last Night at the Club

Okay, it wasn’t SO painful as I thought it would be.  I wasn’t completely miserable the whole time.  I was able to find a way to enjoy myself, at least a little.  Unfortunately, the people we were with totally didn’t make the night.  On top of that, I haven’t seen a bigger group of women trying to sell themselves than the women at that club!

As we drove up I felt really bad because I said, "Wow, look at the whores here…"  The people I was specifically referring to turned out to be the woman Oz was meeting up with and her friend.  Oops…  They came over to meet us at the car and the only thing I could manage to say to them was, "Excuse the wait while the pregnant woman stuffs herself," as I devoured what little I’d grab to fill me before we went in.

So we got inside.  There was no cover for women, being ladies night, and only a $5 cover for men.  That wasn’t so bad.  I could deal with that.  It was pretty dead when we got there.  I spent most of my time TRYING to make conversation with the two women we showed up with.  Then when that obviously wasn’t working, I started making commentary on the horribly bad dancers on the dance floor.  It was something to do.   I told the Oz’s ex-fiancee that I was horrified by the bad dancing these women did.  She said she didn’t mind it, especially when the bad dancers got up on the risers.  It meant that women that couldn’t dance like her didn’t look so bad.  I told her I could teach her to dance.  She waved the whole thing off.  Her loss, not mine.

After a while, they migrated from the table.  The beckoned me to go with them.  We really ended up just standing around.  I was just standing around, being ignored, while the other two were chatting away.  The best friend told Oz’s ex that she’d better dance with one of the guys they met there.  After that, this married girl spent the night up against one of the guys and the other girl was surrounded by the rest of them.  I was left by myself whenever Oz was out of sight.  It was like I was no longer important now that they had men to hang on.  I felt bad because married girl’s attachment was making commentary on my dancing all night long.  I felt a little bad because he (and a number of other men there), obviously thought I was hot.  If it wasn’t for Oz, I think I would have had a lot more men coming up to me.  As it was, I already had one man dance way too close towards the end of the night because he saw I was alone and my two friends were with a guy, and apparently he thought my dancing was enticing or something.  He disappeared right quick when I told him I had a boyfriend.  Just dancing with some guy at the club, sure!  I love dancing with people at the club.  However, asking if I have a boyfriend ensures that I wasn’t just a cute girl to dance with.  He was looking for a hook-up!  Oz’s ex thought he jealous over the guy I was dancing with.  I kept looking to him to make sure we were cool, or making faces at him.  He seemed amused.  I swear, the grin on his face couldn’t have been bigger!  I think if he weren’t so aware that this guy could see him too, he would have busted out laughing.  On several occasions before that, I noticed other men watching me and decided to hang on Oz a bit to leave no uncertain ideas that I was very definitely taken.  I swear, I’m never going to any of the local clubs alone without a male companion, or female friends who will deliberately turn away any men and look out for each other.  Hanging out with two women who are obviously with someone and being the only apparent single girl…not a good choice at all…

Then there was Oz’s ex’s mentality.  She kept telling Oz that he needed to loosen up.  He needed to dance!  That says so much when she wasn’t really dancing either.  She was kind of wagging her butt in some guy’s crotch.  Oz doesn’t dance.  I know this.  I thought she must have too if she’s been out with him before.  Apparently not!  As I found out today, she’d been to a country club with him before and the boy does line dances and the like.  As I told him, there’s no getting the Texan out of him!  I keep telling him I can teach him how to dance.  I thought it would be fun to at least take some kind of latin dance classes or swing classes or something, but he doesn’t want to learn how to dance.  It’s kind of a disappointment for me because it means any time we go to clubs I’ll actually dance at, he’ll be stuck watching the table, coats, or whatever else.  It means I’ve got to hope we’ve got friends who will dance with me or I have to risk men becoming too friendly on the dance floor because I must be available or something.  Still, it’s his choice.  If he doesn’t feel comfortable dancing, I’m not going to make him!  She was driving me nuts with that.  Yes, I would have liked it if he’d danced with me, but it’s not her place to push the issue.  She’s not involved in this relationship.  I think it’s because she would have wanted him to be all over her if I wasn’t there.  Then she tells us that all she’s looking for is a little bit of fun, and as long as neither of us tell her husband, it’ll all be good.  Oz said as long as it stayed at the club, he didn’t care.  I told her what happens outside the club is her business, but I have no reason to tell him about what I saw.  What I didn’t tell her is that if he asked, I’d tell him exactly what I saw.  I see no reason she should be finding some other man to hang on all night just because her husband is deployed.

I did have a lot of fun dancing, and amusing Oz.  He looked bored for most of the time, but he said he was having fun.  I hate to say it, but if that’s him having fun, I’d hate to see what him actually having a REALLY good time is like!  I’ve seen him have a better time than that.  I’ve seen him spend the night laughing and joking with friends.  I’ve seen him with a smile, or at least a smirk on his face for most of the day.  I can tell when he’s really enjoying himself.  In truth, I think he was trying to convince himself he was having a good time.  Perhaps he was to some degree.  He got to watch his girlfriend dance in a way he’s never seen her dance before!  I don’t do anything like club dancing when I’m doing belly dance.  After he left he said I should get up on the risers and dance because the other girls up there clearly couldn’t, but he knew I was too shy and would never do it.  Too shy?  Clearly the boy doesn’t know me!  It’s not a matter of shy.  I just don’t want to call that much attention to myself.  The women who dance at risers at clubs are either paid go-go dancers, or t

hey’re trying to get people to look at them.  They want people to notice them.  I honestly don’t care.  I dance for me.  I don’t need a group of men hanging on me when I hop down to go pee or get a drink, so I don’t put myself in that kind of limelight.  I didn’t even get out on the dance floor because I wasn’t going to take a risk of being on the dance floor alone.  I think he just didn’t get that.  Still, the whole thing probably would have been so much better if more people were going with us and there was actually a group of friends.  Now I remember why I don’t go to clubs.  Unless I’m dancing, I’m bored without a large group of friends.  In clubs like this, if I’m dancing, I’m going to have every man on the floor rubbing his crotch against me, and I’m so not looking for that.  However, I had a good time.  Next time I might just get up on the risers and dance because it’s generally a safe place to dance without having men bumping and grabbing in places you don’t want them to!

But there were a couple huge turn offs for the night, like the wet t-shirt contest.  Okay, from what I hear, every bar has them.  Girl wears white shirt, gets soaked, and the audience cheers for the winner, right?  Wrong!  Here the girls modified the shirts all to hell.  Many of them were wearing nothing but panties or boyshorts with their "t-shirt".  One girl had the shirt pulled long like a dress with the belt from her own dress around the waist to give it the same look.  Another tore holes all over it.  Yet another had hers rolled up so that it looked like a sports bra and panties.  There was another who tore hers up into a tiny little bra.  The one who actually won had just a tiny strip of about four inches of fabric stretched across her obviously fake breasts!  Then they had other people pay to come up and get squirt bottles to spray down these girls.  The girls were told they could do just about anything, even go topless, as long as their panties stayed on.  So the audience members sprayed and dumped water on these girls, the one in the "dress" with the belt was even humping the floor while they poured water over her.  Yeah, it was SO bad.  Then when they had each of the women step forward to get cheers from the audience to determine the winner, all but one or two flashed the audience.  Sadly, the two girls with the tiny figures and the fake breasts were the ones who were the finalists.  They had to really sex it up to get the most cheers.  It was disgusting…and all for a ten dollar cash prize…

Then the "Hot Boys" came out around 1:30.  At first I thought it was kind of funny.  A bunch of men wearing scrubs and one dressed as a doctor dancing on the floor like some kind of sexed up boy band.  It was kind of cute.  Okay, so it was a bit degrading to men when they started to do pelvic thrusts laying on the floor and things like that, but after all the degrading of women that was going on that night, mostly women degrading themselves, it was nice to see it turned around!  They brought up five women from the audience and sat them down in the chairs while the boys proceeded to "dance" for them.  It was pretty much a lap dance for the women.  Okay, cute, whatever.  They stripped down a couple layers.  A bunch of topless men doesn’t bother me.  Most men I’ve known go topless in the summer anyway.  Besides, these guys at least were toned, so it wasn’t so incredibly bad.  Then the started doing things that were no better than having sex on stage!  Seriously, if there wasn’t fabric between those boys and the girls on stage…  Then they started taking other women $10 for a seat.  You wouldn’t believe how many women went up there!  The boys kept stripping down until they were in underwear that left very little to the imagination.  They had mock sex in various fashions with each of the women.  I was bored after the first round of it all.  It was kind of amusing to see men being degraded for once, but after that, I was not amused.  I was about ready to see them get off the dance floor or go home.  Of course, the women were eating it up.  Says something about women, doesn’t it?

Aside from those moments, I think it would have been a survivable club.  It’s not exactly somewhere I’d want to hang out at every weekend, at least not on "ladies’ night", but it’s not bad as an occasional thing.  Oz’s ex-fiancee is talking about inviting us back out there next weekend, but Saturday night we’re busy for at least part of the evening with a party Oz has to be at.  His co-worker is hosting some big to-do.  The weekend after that, I’m not going to be in town.  The week after that, I’m going to be performing at the Shisha Lounge.  So it’s going to be about a month before I can go back there on a Saturday anyway…

Anyhow, I should get to doing something useful today.

~*~Rave~*~