What if you couldn't tell the difference between ugly and hot dancers? They were interchangeable. How would clubbing be different?
Dancer comes by. Cute natural breasts, we hang out. I invite her to go out to the porch and smoke weed. She smokes me under the table. She wants dances. I say ok but gotta go to the bathroom.
As I'm walking in the men's room the lights are brighter. I look at my dancer. Holy crap. She's ugly. She's a 2. Hideous. I can't dance with that. I won't dance with that. I thought she was cute. What happened?
At the urinal I formulate a plan. Coming out I tell her I'm too high to dance, I need to sit down. I keep telling her I'm soo high I can't dance. She won't leave. She alternates between hideous and kinda cute depending upon the light. I'm confused. Finally I man up and say no dances tonight. She looks like a sad little puppy. A very ugly, sad little puppy. I give her $10 and she leaves. That was close.
It happened again. Gorgeous blond. Very hot. She looks like DS2. It's her twin. I like her so I eye fuck her while she talks to other guys. Then the light hits her face a certain way and she's ugly. Horrible long black shadows on her face. WTF?? I'm so confused.
She walks towards me. What should I do? If she's hot I wanna stare. If not avoid eye contact. I can't tell.
She sits down. She's hot. Thankfully. We talk, I lust. Looks kinda like DS2. Then, you probably guessed it. The light hits her a certain way and she's ugly. Looks like a witch. I'm so confused. I send her away.
No more dances for me tonight. I call for an uber car. I go back to the hotel. Ranukam, you should've come with me. I can't tell which girls are hot. It's a horrible feeling.
Really, are you Jerry Seinfeld?
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