My latest outing hasn't served me any better...tho i've learned a little more than i need to know about how this whole dyke world operates...so i'm about to go on a rant and i hope you all don't mind. Cuz i'm pissed.
First of all Erin was playing me. She comes back to town with a new number..i call it and can't get thru. She gives me another number and surprise surprise! i can't get thru.
Next!
New requirement: Chicks must be over 22.
So then i decide to try the club thing again and this is the part of the story where shit gets all fucked up. I put on my clubs clothes right? But this night i got a litte EXTRA. I have this crinkly white blouse with long sleeves...i'm standing in the mirror looking at me...i was looking good..so i unbuttoned one button...then another. I figured hey i got little titties with no cleavage so i can go one more. Then i was like fuck it..i ain't buttoning it at all!! Yeah! So i opened the blouse, grabbed the two ends and tied them suckers into a knot in the front...on some Antoine type shit. threw on some black pants and boots and was out the door..they're not ready...SOMEBODY is gonna try to pick me up dammit.
I get there around midnite..pretty much all black women up in there..cool cool. Everybody was checking me as i walked thru the crowd...you know, white top/ black lights...so i was kinda glowing in the dark. there was a stage in the middle of the dance floor.
Okay i'm gonna stop here. I ain't going into detail about everything that happened but suffice it to say that the only person who was even trying to push up on me and dance with me was some dude. The only fucking dude that was there. Which led me to the conclusion that I was just an oddball in that place cuz lemme tell you the make up of the chicks in the room...i really need y'all to understand why i'm so fed up:
1. Hardcore, dude-dykes. They had the baggy jeans, the Tupac bandanas, the tims, the *insert-any-sport-here* jersey, the gangsta lean, and the crotch-grabbing antics.
2. Fem-toys. They were made up to the hilt..weaved and fingernailed out to there ---->, tight everything with a walk to match. They were usually attached to one of the dude-dykes by some invisible tether.
3. Strippers. I mean they HAD to be..like who else comes to the club dressed in string? I'm dead ass. Fucking string outfit one chick had on. Then why did another chick tap her and ask to feel her butt? Stripper-girl said okay then proceeded to back it up on homegirl grinding in her lap for about a minute or so..turned around said "okay?" then walked away.
Now mind you, i have nothing against strippers..in fact i LOVE them...but i just wasn't feeling the sexual dynamic in the room..it was so ...so...
Hetero.
It felt like the women were all playing out every disgusting man/woman, hetero-mating stereotype there is. The dude-dykes had on men's underwear and were acting like all the other girls were pieces of meat, while the Fem-toys did everything short of step on each others ankles to attract the dude-dykes...while the strippers cared for niether and just wanted to be seen and groped.
There here i am in the middle of all this. The dude-dykes don't want me cuz i'm agressive...and i'm not checking for them anyway cuz shit i might as well get a man!! I'm trying to push up on the fem-toys and they not trying to hear it cuz i don't look like a dude!!
I decided right then and there that i'm done with the club scene...i was even feeling like i'm done trying to chase women. Not saying i'm giving up pussy but damn...there just has to be an easier way to get it. (and hell no! i ain't payin for it) I mean really. Any straight men reading this? I feel your pain. totally.