chimericalme

I must confess to something.

I am a P-U-S-S-Y.

That's right ladies and gents. Soak it up while you can I had the pleasure of going to my first strip club last night. I was skeptical at first but felt as though making presumptions about something I had never done would only lead to more presumptions. So I went. Let me start off by saying that I, personally, dislike the idea of strip clubs. First off, I like to know my women interpersonally before I see them naked. Second, why should I have to pay to get blueballs? So with those two implemented ideals ingrained in my brain I went anyway. Let me say this: The women were beautiful. Drop dead gorgeous. I can see why they make the large amounts of money that they do. So I sit down. Someone gets me a drink. And they eventually dare me to get up and tip this hot stripper. I am of course scared shitless. I get up. I'm sweating. My heart is beating a million times a second. Do I look at her while she's doing her *dance*? Do I stare at her perfect breasts? Do I dare glance at her neatly trimmed asshole which is dangerously approaching my crotch? When do I give her the money? Should I play it cool and not smile? Do I look into her eyes? This is why I DON'T belong at a strip club. It's just too easy. I'm used to working for what I want. See girl in crowd. Talk to girl. Impress girl without whipping penis out. Make girl laugh. Get number from girl. Go on date with girl. Then, hopefully, I see what others have not. At a strip club it just doesn't feel genuine. Yes I know that is basis of a strip club. Just for "entertainment" purposes. But I don't view women as some sort of "entertainment." I view them as having the potential of getting to know me. I just think too much for my own good. Despite these thoughts, I had an enlightening time to say the least.

I am now at home drinking way too much and saying way too much. But hey, this is techincally a form of "entertainment" isn't it