Hiding in the Shadows
reverendhornibastard
Depraved Deacon of Degeneracy
I live in a large metropolitan area that is home to over 6 million people and is anywhere from 55 to 95 miles across depending on which axis you measure it. When I go clubbing with my pants bulging with cash and bad intentions, I select my club destination based on the following 3 criteria:
1) high mileage reputation;
2) quality of the eye candy; and
3) remoteness from areas where I am likely to encounter anyone who knows me.
On my most recent foray into one of my favorite dens of depravity I was comfortably esconced in a dark corner enjoying a prolonged stripper handshake when a spotted a colleague tipping the dancer on the stage. The fellow in question, while well known to me, is really just a professional colleague rather than a close friend.
I might have approached him since he would be in no better position to blab about where he saw me than I would be to blab about him. But I didn’t. I kept my eyes on him, verifying that he had not spotted me and was unaware of my presence.
I tipped my stripper handshake girl and told her I was leaving shortly.
As soon as this guy disappeared into the men’s room I shot out of there like a bat out of hell.
I am now debating whether I can ever feel comfortable going back to that club again.
1) high mileage reputation;
2) quality of the eye candy; and
3) remoteness from areas where I am likely to encounter anyone who knows me.
On my most recent foray into one of my favorite dens of depravity I was comfortably esconced in a dark corner enjoying a prolonged stripper handshake when a spotted a colleague tipping the dancer on the stage. The fellow in question, while well known to me, is really just a professional colleague rather than a close friend.
I might have approached him since he would be in no better position to blab about where he saw me than I would be to blab about him. But I didn’t. I kept my eyes on him, verifying that he had not spotted me and was unaware of my presence.
I tipped my stripper handshake girl and told her I was leaving shortly.
As soon as this guy disappeared into the men’s room I shot out of there like a bat out of hell.
I am now debating whether I can ever feel comfortable going back to that club again.
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But now, all of my mongering is when I travel to other cities. So no one knows me in those cities.
To me it's no problem if I run into someone I know at a club, sometimes I even joke about it to friends and associates.
The only person I will club with is my wife and the only person we know who we share our stories with is a friend from overseas, who is equally into the lifestyle and other mongering pursuits.
Many times while clubbing in Las Vegas you will see guys with poofy hair colored wigs and ridiculous sunglass disguises. They may be minor celebrities or think they are, but they are just being careful.
You just can't be too careful because it can take decades to build a reputation and a short time to damage or destroy one.
Not that way yet, but it will be.
SJG
You sure did, which was to imply that we were being silly for worrying about it. It's cool that you work in an environment that is so laid back, but sadly some of us work in places where it could cause stigma and permanent career damage. Shit, in some of the offices I deal with, employees were only recently allowed to stop wearing full suits to work every day, but even still must fully suit up on days when visitors are coming. In some industries, reputation and character still matter a great deal. I'm not trying to argue with you, just point out that some of us are not being as silly as you might think.
At least I think it was Queen Victoria.
Might have been Gandhi.
He never spoke directly to me again in the entire 5 years after that. Not even in meetings.
Being the douchebag that I am, my first thought was on the order of “damn, how the hell did he lose *her*!”
I remember I was very confused, because I’ve never had a profile from that site.
He clarified that he was pretty sure the coworker was actually trying to warn him about me being a dancer. And that was why he was so shifty and awkward with how he led the conversation.
It was weird.
So obviously the guy I ran into had a big mouth. I don't know if he told that guy because they were clubbing buddies or if that asshole was telling everybody. I left there for unrelated reasons a few months later.
I've run into a colleague once. We hit clubs together from time to time but then he moved on to another job. It can worry me sometimes as I tend to stand out in a crowd and can be easily noticed. But what the hell....If my wife finds out and gets pissed off, she can fuck off because I wouldn't be at a club if she was doing anything at all to take care of my physical needs.