Friday 8.21.98 0310pHST
It was a pretty busy week. I'm rather surprized. I haven't gone out this much in one week since my freshman year of college. Ah, the good old days.
Wednesday night we went to this club, notorious for the homosexuals who frequent. I really wouldn't call it a "GAY" nightclub, because the ratio of hetero and homo were pretty much even. It was MALE REVIEW night and free for anyone who was "legal". The stippers were a bunch of rejects. They were ugly son of a bitches with nice bodies. Rz agreed that all of these guys were greasy monkeys except for one. His name was "TONY". It was rather discusting but quite an experience, because rather than wait for the girls to call these practically nekkid guys force themselves on you and MAKE you touch their pecks and asses as they rub their schlongs (erect btw, ew, supposedly they give themselves an erection before they start their performance and put rubber bands around the base of the penis so the blood stays trapped there making it erect for the rest of the night) on your thighs and body. EW. EW.
Anyway moving along to "TONY". When he first started his performance Rz thought he was "EW" but then towards the ending (after taking off his mask) she decided this guy was a hottie. So when Tony comes around to where we are sitting and he starts doing his "touch my ass touch my pecks look at my big dick" dance I go "nice, nipple ring" put a dollar in the front of his G-String (EW! I FELT HIS PUBES!) and say "see this girl next to me, she likes you, give a good working". And he does. Btw Rz if you're reading this....your welcome. When they introduced the AMATEUR dancers I freaked. This one guy "BRANDON" started performing and I then suddenly realized I knew him. Well thought I knew him. He looked exactly like my personal trainer at the health club a year back. Rz and my other friend Lori recognized him too because he graduated from the same High School as we. We concluded that this was in fact "BRENTON" not "BRANDON', the personal trainer I had a slight crush on (Rz knew this) from last year. So what does Rz do, call him over. AGH! Thank god it wasn't him after all. It was his twin brother "AARON". Just to let you know we are only 94 percent sure of this. We didn't really ask him. It's hard to ask a guy who's rubbing his face in your tits, "hey aren't you so and so, remember me?" "BRENTON" is better looking. Thats how we...or rather I decided this was not THE personal trainer/high school classmate....heheh.
Later TONY came around again and gave Rz another working....whoo whoo. Interesting night. EW.
I got an on campus job at the school newspaper as a copy editor. I was hired on the spot. Rz referred me. I start Monday. I get paid peanuts & experience. I'm still keeping the CLUB job....OF COURSE!!
We went clubbing last night. I'm not much of a "clubber", because everytime I dance I feel like I'm dancing like ELAINE (Seinfeld). Well I danced anyway, and felt sore this morning.
Conclusion for this week? There are too many ugly men here. Thank god I have a good looking boyfriend who is good in bed....heh.
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