i walk into the sc. i find a relatively secluded corner. i pissed around the chair to mark my territory and to serve as a warning to others and sat down. i was on my second drink and just starting to decompress from a very long day. i noticed something out the corner of my eye. an agitated looking dancerand a bouncer approached some guy sitting down and the bouncer spoke to him. the guy gets up and the bouncer escorts towards the back of the club. i thought nothing of it and went back to scanning the room. the dancer (whom i knew in a superficial way ) sits right next to me
. i ignored her because i'm not in the mood at the moment. i guess it was too much to hope that she would ask me for a dance. i could blow her off and she would leave. it didn't happen. so, i resigned myself to the situation and even became philosophical about it. at least it's better than the DJ's shtick, i told myself. and right on cue, she lights up a cigarette and starts talking to me
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it turns out the guy (whom she never met before) who was escorted out, propositioned the dancer. in fact, he not only propositioned her once, but at least 4 times by her count. obviously, she got fed up with his behavior and called the bouncer. then she begins to lecture me on how, "you know, i'm not that type of dancer" (i know nothing of the sort ),blah,,
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, and the ever popular, "the sc isn't the place for that". which is a strange comment. since, she is one of those dancers that seems to think that every other dancer in the club is doing something and not that she's completely wrong in that regard, either. in any case, i thought that would be the end of it. she would leave and i could go back to using my hindbrain ,but nothing is ever that easy
:. she then proceeded to drop the female equivalent of the H-bomb by asking me, "what do you think?"
. you might as well ask me if i think you "look fat in that dress" or "what pair of shoes goes better with my eyes?". usually, when women ask me that question. they already made their decision. it's just one of those sick and twisted psychological evaluation games that they play in order to get a desired response. sort of like applying a small electrical shock to a lab rat who picks the wrong lever in an experiment.
oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound. so, being the urbane metrosexual that i am. i decided to take the sensitive approach. "what do i think about what", i replied. a desperate attempt to delay the inevitable possibility that she might be here all night sucking the lifeblood out of me. "do you think that guy should have been kicked out the club", she asked. "yessss!!! now,i can be rid of her" i thought to myself. "sure, i think you made the right decision. the guy was being a pest.
:". she seemed very satisfied by that answer and left. whew, it's a good thing i didn't tell her, that i didn't think he was wrong for asking, just for asking too often.
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and a bouncer approached some guy sitting down and the bouncer spoke to him. the guy gets up and the bouncer escorts towards the back of the club. i thought nothing of it and went back to scanning the room. the dancer (whom i knew in a superficial way ) sits right next to me
. i ignored her because i'm not in the mood at the moment. i guess it was too much to hope that she would ask me for a dance. i could blow her off and she would leave. it didn't happen. so, i resigned myself to the situation and even became philosophical about it. at least it's better than the DJ's shtick, i told myself. and right on cue, she lights up a cigarette and starts talking to me
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:. she then proceeded to drop the female equivalent of the H-bomb by asking me, "what do you think?"
. you might as well ask me if i think you "look fat in that dress" or "what pair of shoes goes better with my eyes?". usually, when women ask me that question. they already made their decision. it's just one of those sick and twisted psychological evaluation games that they play in order to get a desired response. sort of like applying a small electrical shock to a lab rat who picks the wrong lever in an experiment.
. "do you think that guy should have been kicked out the club", she asked. "yessss!!! now,i can be rid of her" i thought to myself. "sure, i think you made the right decision. the guy was being a pest.
:". she seemed very satisfied by that answer and left. whew, it's a good thing i didn't tell her, that i didn't think he was wrong for asking, just for asking too often.
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I always treat my favs with respect and don't overstep their bounds. If I make requests, they tend to fit into whatever conversation is taking place or what they are doing. Most of the time I know what the response will be and it's good for a laugh. Other times, I've ended up very happy that I spoke up because she was in a "giving mood." 
. i'll go back and insert one to make it easier. keep in mind, the dollar amount is an imaginary sum, it's not really an exact fiqure.
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