Go Go

While making my way into the Pussy Cat Lounge for Gay Pimp's Stripclub, I managed to slam my fingers in the club's surprisingly heavy door. I should have known that the rest of the evening would just go downhill from there.

Heading upstairs to the crowded bar area, I ordered a very expensive and very weak drink that didn't even fill the plastic cup it came in. Not such a good combo ... especially for a place with a cover charge. The crowd was pretty friendly and decent looking ... but I just wasn't feeling the place. It didn't have quite the same allure as the old parties on Pearl Street.

After heading back downstairs to get some ice for my fingers, we saddled up next to the bar to down our drinks and watch some of the dancers work their ... uh ... well, their skateboards to be exact. Gotta love go-go dancers with props. With one hand in a cup of ice and the other wrapped around a quickly disappearing drink, I watched as some hot stud popped bubbles with his gum while holding the skateboard in front of him as a modesty screen of sorts. Luckily, he was dancing in front of a mirror ... so the skateboard didn't hide everything. So, as I'm chugging the last of my drink, I glance over to the other dancer at other the end of the bar. There I am, watching this boy shake his ass for dollars, when he suddenly turns around and I realize that ... gasp ... I went on a few dates with him a couple of months back. This is shocking only because it brings my running total of boys-i've-dated-that-i-didn't-know-were-go-go-boys to a whopping 2. I'm worried that if the number ever goes up to 3 that I'll officially become Dirty.

This encounter, however, was not nearly as shocking as time I found the guy I was dating dancing naked on a bar 'earning' 20 dollar bills (which came as a total surprise to me). When he saw me, he tried to play it cool and came over to say 'hi' and meet my friend. Let me tell you, it's quite odd to introduce two people when one of the two is entirely naked but for glitter and when you are trying to recover from the shock of seeing someone you are dating naked for the first time when he's on top of a bar with some patron's hand working up his thigh. After jumping back up on the bar, he lasted for about 45 seconds before jumping down again, grabbing his clothes from the back, and literally running out of the club as he pulled his pants on. Apparently it made him uncomfortable to have me find out about his job like that. Needless to say, we didn't even have to have a break-up talk. Gotta love it when things end as smoothly as that.