What happened? I pour a drink and join the party and everybody goes home? Do I smell?
OK, well since it looks like the place is dead and I still got a little whiskey left, I'll share a little tale with y'all. This is about the benefits of age (experience) over youthful exuberance.
When I was a younger man, I enjoyed the atmosphere of the gentleman's club. Now, of course, being a young buck, I was sure that every girl in that joint in fact "wanted me", and I was somewhere between superman and Jesus (forgive my blasphemy).
Over the years, after having learned many life lessons and had my feet put on the ground by them, as well as having friends as well as a friend with benefits that were strippers, my understanding of such establishments is much more close to reality.
And, while I can still enjoy such a place for what it is, I rarely go. But now I have more fun than just seeing tits and having a drink. It was great (and somewhat liberating) the first time I went with this mindset. I was at a friend's bachelor party. We were at a table having a good time, when one of the girls was making her rounds between performances.
She came to me and asked if I minded her sitting down and talking. I told her to feel free, and she sat in my lap and started to talk to me.
She was working it good too, I have to admit. Wriggling her ass on my lap just enough to not be obvious, but enough to keep my attention. And, of course there was the obligatory brush with her breasts across my chest, arm, cheek from time to time.
All the while we're sitting there talking, and I'm drinking my beer. When the waitress comes by and asks if I need another. I tell her I do, and the girl on my lap asks if I'm going to buy her a drink.
I tell her I don't have any money, and one of my buddies is covering the tab. Without a word, she gets up and walks off. As she strolls away, I yell out to her, "Wait, don't you want to talk no more?"
lol, Good times.
"I don't think Hank done it this way" - Waylon
5 years 15 weeks ago, 11:57 PM