At the Club
I am a Pub Girl, not a Club Girl.
There’s a decided difference between the two. Pub Girls like to wear comfortable clothes, go out with friends have a drink, talk, laugh, listen to some good music.
Club Girls like to punish themselves with their outfits, go out with friends, drink so much they don’t care that strangers are dry-humping their leg, taunt and tease men who crowd around, while bouncing in rhythm to music that will leave them with permanent hearing loss.
There’s a certain amount of respect, nay, admiration I have for these women. Poise and self-confidence are their mainstay. Yes, poise. Have you ever tried walking drunk in heels? Let alone dancing. A woman who can pull this off has poise. And only a confident woman will dance around drunk in those heels while clothed in strategically placed strips of lycra/polyester blends. I don’t have that confidence, and maybe I’m a little bitter.
Club girls tend to attract their own - other fashion-forward, super cute women who are very adept at flirtation. How a dull Pub Girl like me ended up with a glittery, beautiful, brilliant Club Girl as my best friend, I’ll never know.
Seun, my dear friend and one of the women in my life whom I respect the most, was recently accepted into med school. Seun’s Orlando friends planned a celebratory ladies-night-out in honor of her achievement, and I was invited.
As cynical a Pub Girl as I am, I’ll go to the occasional club with friends. However, I feel out of place there; like I don't belong and everyone else is just politely ignoring that fact.
With this in mind, I did something I have not done in the past. I went shopping. I decided to forego my usual dress-up-your-jeans tactic, and really get decked out... for Seun.
Unfortunately, as a Pub Girl, I lack the proper sensibilities to get the slinky-sexpot look necessary to pose as a Club Girl, and I ended up looking less like I was going to a club and more like I was going shopping at the Banana Republic.
I’m 5’ 7”, and at 130 lbs I’m fairly lean. Add to that my four inch heels, and you’ve got runway material.
Seun is 5’ 2” on a good day. As her other two friends stepped out of the limo, I realized that I have a good six inches and 40 lbs on each of them.
Suddenly I was 12 years old again. Back then I had reached my full height, and was a TomBoy fond of weight lifting. Let’s just say I wasn’t the most popular girl at school.
When we got in the Limo Seun’s friends opened a bottle of Hypnotic and I was the first to down my glass and ask for another. This was going to be a long night.
There’s a decided difference between the two. Pub Girls like to wear comfortable clothes, go out with friends have a drink, talk, laugh, listen to some good music.
Club Girls like to punish themselves with their outfits, go out with friends, drink so much they don’t care that strangers are dry-humping their leg, taunt and tease men who crowd around, while bouncing in rhythm to music that will leave them with permanent hearing loss.
There’s a certain amount of respect, nay, admiration I have for these women. Poise and self-confidence are their mainstay. Yes, poise. Have you ever tried walking drunk in heels? Let alone dancing. A woman who can pull this off has poise. And only a confident woman will dance around drunk in those heels while clothed in strategically placed strips of lycra/polyester blends. I don’t have that confidence, and maybe I’m a little bitter.
Club girls tend to attract their own - other fashion-forward, super cute women who are very adept at flirtation. How a dull Pub Girl like me ended up with a glittery, beautiful, brilliant Club Girl as my best friend, I’ll never know.
Seun, my dear friend and one of the women in my life whom I respect the most, was recently accepted into med school. Seun’s Orlando friends planned a celebratory ladies-night-out in honor of her achievement, and I was invited.
As cynical a Pub Girl as I am, I’ll go to the occasional club with friends. However, I feel out of place there; like I don't belong and everyone else is just politely ignoring that fact.
With this in mind, I did something I have not done in the past. I went shopping. I decided to forego my usual dress-up-your-jeans tactic, and really get decked out... for Seun.
Unfortunately, as a Pub Girl, I lack the proper sensibilities to get the slinky-sexpot look necessary to pose as a Club Girl, and I ended up looking less like I was going to a club and more like I was going shopping at the Banana Republic.
I’m 5’ 7”, and at 130 lbs I’m fairly lean. Add to that my four inch heels, and you’ve got runway material.
Seun is 5’ 2” on a good day. As her other two friends stepped out of the limo, I realized that I have a good six inches and 40 lbs on each of them.
Suddenly I was 12 years old again. Back then I had reached my full height, and was a TomBoy fond of weight lifting. Let’s just say I wasn’t the most popular girl at school.
When we got in the Limo Seun’s friends opened a bottle of Hypnotic and I was the first to down my glass and ask for another. This was going to be a long night.