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Just got back from a long Oddessy to Mitch's house, the original plan was to get going around 3 or so, but Lanny was delayed so we had to make some changes. After a while we decided that the directions supplied by mapquest were the devil.
(Google maps is the best)
(True that, double true)
We finally showed up at Mitch's and hung out on his stoop making bear jokes until he got back from teh physics building and then we goofed off in his rather large apartment before headed out on the town.
By out on the town, I naturally mean to a strip club in the Woo-Woo. Dan picked up some weird fascination with the idea and we decided to roll with it, after asking for some directions from some guys in a liquor store, we were off to check out some live, nude girls.
It was kind of a dive, a little parkin lot, full of mud and puddles lay across from Hurricane Betty's. I was a little bit worried about leaving the Prius ther, but everything seems to have turned out all right with it.
The place was in a fairly non descript building, white stucco with a blue-hipped roof. I suppose that, it was descript after its own fashion, since there were big signs plastered on it, advertising what was going on inside.
Dan hasled the bouncer, a black man who was abotu teh size of two fridges shoved up against one another. After the cover we got in, and sat back to watch some women gyrate their hips and show their goods to encourage some private shows. I'm not going to lie, they weren't teh hottest girls to have ever graved the earth, but they had a certain charm and allure about them. Danny got himself a lapdance and then made sure that Mitch and I were set up, which was awfully sweet of him.
I have Xs on the back of either hand, and I was looking at them as I was writing this, wondering how exactly I was going to wash off the permanent marker, becaus I'm not really an edge kid, in spite of appearances.
It seemed for a while that most of the girls were black or bottle-blonde, and it's not taht I ahve anything against either of those persuasions, they just don't appeal to me on a more visceral level. Jade was different, a brunette, she was well proportioned, she had a nice body, teh kind that you'd really like to rub up against you on a cold night rather than in some private booth where you can't touch her.
I dropped some money to sneak back into that booth with her, and it was an interesting experience as the rap music blasted through the PA and her hips ground up against mine, stirring up some feelings that had been laying dormant for the past nine months. It was nice, to be so close to someone, to smell they skin, to feel their hot breath against my neck. It wasn't satisfying though, because it was an illusion, a woman paid to be extra kind for four minutes at a time.
Nothing against her, it was very nice to have someone paying me that kind of attention again, I guess it's just that I'm not just looking for that, but for someone that I can talk to and have a relationship with, and as much as it might be interestin to date a stripper, I don't relaly see that as being in teh cards (although she seemed awfully nice, and pretty real for someoen who ggqave me a fake name (but that's all right)).
So, Danny and I both left with our stripper crushes for teh evening and then we got some Wendy's and met Mitch's roommate, Frasier. Then there was at eh long drive back to the mall, and back home to recuperate and get ready for work.
Peace out kids.
(Google maps is the best)
(True that, double true)
We finally showed up at Mitch's and hung out on his stoop making bear jokes until he got back from teh physics building and then we goofed off in his rather large apartment before headed out on the town.
By out on the town, I naturally mean to a strip club in the Woo-Woo. Dan picked up some weird fascination with the idea and we decided to roll with it, after asking for some directions from some guys in a liquor store, we were off to check out some live, nude girls.
It was kind of a dive, a little parkin lot, full of mud and puddles lay across from Hurricane Betty's. I was a little bit worried about leaving the Prius ther, but everything seems to have turned out all right with it.
The place was in a fairly non descript building, white stucco with a blue-hipped roof. I suppose that, it was descript after its own fashion, since there were big signs plastered on it, advertising what was going on inside.
Dan hasled the bouncer, a black man who was abotu teh size of two fridges shoved up against one another. After the cover we got in, and sat back to watch some women gyrate their hips and show their goods to encourage some private shows. I'm not going to lie, they weren't teh hottest girls to have ever graved the earth, but they had a certain charm and allure about them. Danny got himself a lapdance and then made sure that Mitch and I were set up, which was awfully sweet of him.
I have Xs on the back of either hand, and I was looking at them as I was writing this, wondering how exactly I was going to wash off the permanent marker, becaus I'm not really an edge kid, in spite of appearances.
It seemed for a while that most of the girls were black or bottle-blonde, and it's not taht I ahve anything against either of those persuasions, they just don't appeal to me on a more visceral level. Jade was different, a brunette, she was well proportioned, she had a nice body, teh kind that you'd really like to rub up against you on a cold night rather than in some private booth where you can't touch her.
I dropped some money to sneak back into that booth with her, and it was an interesting experience as the rap music blasted through the PA and her hips ground up against mine, stirring up some feelings that had been laying dormant for the past nine months. It was nice, to be so close to someone, to smell they skin, to feel their hot breath against my neck. It wasn't satisfying though, because it was an illusion, a woman paid to be extra kind for four minutes at a time.
Nothing against her, it was very nice to have someone paying me that kind of attention again, I guess it's just that I'm not just looking for that, but for someone that I can talk to and have a relationship with, and as much as it might be interestin to date a stripper, I don't relaly see that as being in teh cards (although she seemed awfully nice, and pretty real for someoen who ggqave me a fake name (but that's all right)).
So, Danny and I both left with our stripper crushes for teh evening and then we got some Wendy's and met Mitch's roommate, Frasier. Then there was at eh long drive back to the mall, and back home to recuperate and get ready for work.
Peace out kids.