So last night I celebrated Genie's burfday with her!! Whoohoo!! We had dinner at Chuy's and had fun taking raunchy pictures. Then went to a place where they display the finer parts of women.
Yeah, that. Apparently she enjoys that scene. At least the display of it. So I went and wasn't entirely too grossed out. It helped it was supposedly the classiest joint in town. Mostly I was thinking about all these girls and the emotionless looks on their faces as they went around offering company, and wondered how and why they do it. It struck me how friendly they are. They are selling themselves, but it was more than that. They had a friendly confidence that drew in both men and women. I forget sometimes how much guys crave the easy and fun conversation of a friendly face. Especially ours! Somehow the long line at the bathroom resulted in me using the dressing room bathroom. In the bright fluorescent lighting next to the huge mirror with chairs pushed up to it, they looked no different than you or me. Only with heavy makeup that didn't look so great under harsh lighting, and most of it was sweating off. Their outfits looked worn a million times. They were discussing what I'm pretty sure was illegal acts but what do I know. The dancing surprised me. Most didn't move to the beat even as they attempted to do so. The few that did were far and few between. The plan was to be there for only an hour, but we ended up staying the whole night before we moved on to another bar without the displays. There I realized a nice bonus about the first place was no guys tried to hit on us! I was able to sit back and have a beer or a drink without some guy in my face asking where I work or trying to tell me how to play Lucky Strike bowl (okay, I really needed that advice). Will I go again? Probably not, unless I have a reason to. In the meantime it was nice to realize it's not such a scary and out of reach place for us "normal women". They're all normal women. Only in a different situation.