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Thoughts from the strip club and a bit more...
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Thoughts from the strip club and a bit more... Its been a while since I posted, but last evening the Southern chat room decided to have their MnG at the Oasis so hey after showing up late as I always do to miss their dinner outing(thank goodness too 3 dollar was looking just a but "family fun time") and a quick stop off at the waffle house(more on this later) I was at the Oasis, parked and in door. So first before anything else, the latest edition of.. Thoughts from the Strip club..the first "being a single guy in the strip club" edition... 1) The strip club is the only place Nickleback makes sense..think about it,every song they sing is nothing but lame metal with simple guitar riffs that all focus on chicks and cash..perfect strip club music. 2) As this evening for some reason was less Urban/hiphop/RnB and more rock..I heard what seems to be the most *perfect* stripper song...Seether Fake it....(think about it) 3) its the perfect song about thing we cannot have...that is from the patron point of view, that is of course you see the dancers later at Waffle house(40% chance as observed) For MardiGras chicks, try the Landmark or Marietta Diner..both have had stripper appearances.. The Waffle house on Cheshire bridge gets 24k girls as well, but they always look like someone is after them.. 4) The girls looked bored last night, I have blogged before how strippers faces go blank and fill with despair every time they head turns away from the guy about to tip them..this night the blankness carried over to when they WERE facing the patrons...that and the place was about as busy as a Wednesday night..not a Saturday night. 5) Trying is as hot as last time I saw her. 6) Tonight...its short attention span stripper theater!...I had to tip to chicks for Phill as he as "immobilized" by Bratt, Jules and the various other chicks pressed up against him(life's rough, right?) but always endeavoring to help friends out I took his money and ran it up to the girls he liked..the first one looked at him and smiled, the second one...by the time the leg band snapped back, she didn't even know I was in front of her. 7) Bad 80's metal (as opposed to good 80's metal, i.e Metallica, Maiden, GnR, early etc etc etc) There is this one stripper at the Oasis she's a shapely brunette but the lines in her face and the height of her hair puts her in her late 30's to early 40's last time I saw her she was immediately burned into my head why? because it was 2009 and Ratt was playing..seriously people? This time it was Poison, and two other 80's tracks I can't even place any more. And now the other stuff the (later from more on that later above) Now I have posted a while back on the lack of socially acceptable monikers for interracial relationships. So I will spare everyone that diatribe..you can read it here: http://Adult Dating zone.com=37381029_28540 That said I will now use a phrase, simply because there is no alternative..yellow fever, the inexplicable yet undeniable affection some of us Caucasian guys (and I suppose some ladies as well) have for the women that come from the other side of the world, not to confuse them with Desi beauties of India or even the near-Asian ladies of the various "stahn" countries, but the ones that have in almost EVERY historical case descended at some point from China, and yes I know Almond eyes dosn't always appear to every Pinay or Thai delight but they count as well, they countries s all fought the Chinese in war or were colonized by them at some point. I really have no idea why but Asian women have always been hot, in ways other women of other demographics are not and cannot be for most part i.e well Electra was hot in a similar way ..but only in the movie version..  Be it martial arts training for most of my formative years, be it Kung Fu and Ninja movies constantly throughout my years when the synapses are still forming...for ever who knows something somewhere made Almond eyes win out over everyone else, consider this background information... So like two weeks ago I think, maybe more like some time last week I had a dream that didn't last long enough to be called a wet dream so lets call it, a light drizzle dream. Basically it amounted to some 5'0 105 lbs Taiwanese looking thing with myself in the mirror and then my kitchen table's use, I'll spare you the details...but needless to say I (as I always do with dreams about Asian chicks) woke up right then!..The odd part, Mr happy was still enjoying his dream...this normally doesn't happen with sexual dreams, if their really good I wakeup, realize what happen and THEN he gets on board...but not this time..he was up before me...so a little self stimulation and a the t shirt goes to the hamper and I pass back out until the its time to get up.... Now the reason for pointing this out? Well ever since that night my awareness of the presence of said women around me has been hyper-aware, normally this isn't the case in fact, the last 3 or 4 years of my life I have been fixated with Black, Indian,(and one notable American Indian,i.e. native American descent) and Latina beauties(Brazilians included here)...and then this dream..oh well so enter the oasis..or rather the thought of it?..Asia..I knew she would be there and she has left impression but not for the reasons I have mentioned, no, back when Bi-Chick and I would go to the Oasis as a couple, she was usually one of only *2* chicks that would EVER ask Bi-Chick if she wanted a dance, and oddly enough every time she acted like she did not remember us, even if we were a rather notable couple. Last time we where there say..a month ago..she did all she did last night but for some reason (unlike the other strippers, though the new shooter girl is apparently similar in her modus operandi ) she spent the last song dry humping on me and defiantly not, dancing, this left a memory. So when I realized we would be going to the Oasis and this time I would be the ever-typical-single-male I wondered how she would act, would I be the the typical mark, would she act like the dancers at Coronet act when Sashi walks in i.e. like she is their best friend from outside the club and proceed to talk about everything..and I mean EVERYTHING, I didn't know, but I figured with my suddenly raging attraction to Asian women it would be fun to see. But the ironic twist to all this? Asian women are EASILY the least compatible group of women with me, on the planet, lets face it 99% of them want clean cut guys who are either (1) Asian or (2) look similar to Asian guys, in their respective choice of dress, and their general "clean cut" nature, defiantly not me, and this is very much on my part, by choice I am whom I am for the love of myself, and hey if we can't be true to ourselves who can we be? So lets set the night up...Its the night before mom's day and I am out shopping for her gift..at 8pm, so I figure its HIGHLY unlikely I will make it on time to the dinner portion of last night, and I don't I get to 3 dollar, walk up the stairs see NO Adult Dating zone people, and lots family types...not our scene, and I make my exit..but only after noting how great my car looks from the second story balcony..yay, I like my car. so as I head down petree ind, I think about where I can find hot food, fast, thats not fast-food per se and is on the way to Oasis, answer? Waffle house. I pull in, sit at the bar and order my usual "not-as-bad" for you options, Chicken sandwich lettuce, tomato and a large glass of OJ. Now this would normally be a rather mundane occurrence. Except as I sit down who walks in but one 1 white guy with his arms around two tiny but none the less adult examples of what would appear to be typical HK/Taiwnese looking ladies, glasses and waif like body form and all, and you ask, what are they joking about..how much this guy likes his girls, his 'yellow' t shirt is shown for example, they all giggle then spend the night talking about their phones and their friends, I on the other hand snicker at the irony of this and<b> munch </font></b>down my food and get on my way. And thus I make my entrance, I am there, I see my friends, give the normal hugs and hand shakes and I sit down, but with a school boy's curious panning stare I don't see the one dancer I am thinking of? Oh well C'est la vie, the evening moves on, and it does move on, the Adult Dating zone crowd except for a few demonstrate how un-used they are to a strip club, as mentioned in the thoughts, it was a slow night, which means I engage in a practice I first thought of at mainstage/Coronet that is..charity tipping, one note that aside from Phil and one un-named female the rest of the crowd did not do much tipping, perhaps they did and I did not witness it, if so, so be it, but I for the most part did not witness it. So every dancer got to her third song and if someone else was not already tipping I made sure to give each girl a dollar. Thanks be to Phill for his multi-dollar tips for some of the girls... And then she showed up, dare I say she snuck in, one minute she wasn't working that evening, the next she was on the center stage her white thong glowing in between her south-east asian tanned ass cheeks, and she had the pig tails things going on, she's hot, so hot, and she does her thing and I eat it up, but thats ok tongiht I intended to without reprise or worry, She asks if she can come dance for me later, which I know she won't as I am with a crowd, and of course I say "I would certinally hope so", ah yes, on the spot wittiness is hard to come by sometimes. Hours go by, and I watch her bounce around the room, she seems to center on two groups, one table Asian/Indian business men and two a group of obvious dragon-con fans, t-shirts and all. Twice my eyes catch her and she responds with her wry smile, and then finally, she ventures our way, which admitted was funny; as her and Trying get into a conversation on how so many guys think dating and or fucking an Asian women is a "fetish" and maybe it is for some..but to me, candle wax is a fetish, not the color of a woman's skin or the culture that forms how she reacts to certain situations, be them an intimate dinner, or grabbing her hips and finding her cervix...they all handle it differently, at least or so I have seen. So we learn where she is from, and we learn her "tricks" Or well Passion learned them and reported them to us which I was funny, even more so after everyone left. Then Suddenally everyone decides to leave, I of course having a tab cannot leave at..that..second, so I wish everyone well. I didn't intend on being the last one of the group left in a the strip club, I make it point never to be the single loan guy in a strip club as the girls tend become hawks...none the less it happened and I begin panning the room for the bouncy blond waitress to get my tab and get the fuck on out of there. I find her, I make the request and she disappears to retreive my credit slip and tab. She returns I sign check, tip her, she walks off and no sooner is Asia sitting in front of me starting the typical stripper small talk, which honestly amounts to the sound of Charlie Brown's teacher in my head...until the magic words "want a dance?" and hey why not, I am here and last time it was memorable so sure. and its memorable again, and for the record she does put her fingers about 2 knuckles deep in and about 3 inches from your face(or well mine)...must be a table dance thing. She asks if I want another dance, I can tell she wants to camp out at my table as strippers always try to do, and well its only another 20 as I intend to be gone afterwards. So this time she is in my lap the whole time, all the same tricks before but this time she doesn't break physical contact with me once..who knows, perhaps it is the single guy vs couple guy difference. So the song ends she sits and proceeds to redress, its hot, it shouldn't be but it is, and I make a point of slowly putting her money on her leg noting its tan-ness, noting the line her leg makes where her abdomen connects it to her. Then the funny thing happens, we started talking about , and food, and organic food, and I wonder why we are talking about these things? And then of course the illusion must end, she points out her boyfriend and her are starting an magazine on organic food, again, c'est la vie, but for some reason the conversation doesn't end, we keep talking about , their eating habits and how to discipline your in public when you're the non-custodial parent, yes at 2:45am in a strip club. From their we move to physical fitness, her arms hurt because she did weights during the day that day, so we talk about protein sources, water, and lactic acid, and no, not the fun kind of protein sources (for women at least ) As the night draws close and I finish the bottle of Oasis water I had been drinking I tell her its time for me to go, I have successfully got her to close and she says thanks and she's going home. I am gifted with a hug, a kiss on the cheek and fingers running though my hair telling me how she likes it as how hers is so hard to work with.Conclusion? Odd. Not the end of the evening I expected, and I most likely won't be back for a long time as I always used to go with the then bi-chick aka then-girlfriend, as that reason is gone, I probably won't be back until the next time Adult Dating zone types want to go again. But that might bankrupt the oasis  And anyone reading this might point out that after all of this, Trying was in fact there, and she is in fact very-notably-hot, and I do know her, but those people should also note, she was with somebody and its bad form to interrupt such things, regardless of all the some might say over-thought circles spinning in the midst of my mind.peace 8nA |
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ned hey yes i was immobleized in women! so asked a good friend to help me out! lol im sure you dint mind handing them money that wasnt yours ..lol thanks again .
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Of course I didn't mind Phill sir, hence why I made sure you got props in this blog post!
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