Hey, you see them in that situation and you try to interact with them, so you learn. That is, if you are willing to, you learn.
I was shortly out of college. I had experience with girls at college parties, but only a much more limited experience with women in bars. And these situations are very different. In college these are fairly screened groups, socio-economic status screened. In bars it is not like that, and though the women are older and potentially faster moving, they will still care about things which the college girls don't. You best be employed and come off that way, not as a student.
I had posted about this as a response to an article by Alebegonz. Can't seem to find it now though.
So I had been maybe twice to the Sunnyvale Hip Hugger, and once before to the Brass Rail. I didn't really know what to make of them though. The girls seemed to me pretty case hardened, biker gang types. Never really interacted with them.
This time at the Brass Rail I had found one I liked. She was everything the others were, but I saw another side to her. She was a tall large framed girl. I saw her as a farm girl.
So though I was not used to handing women money so much, I gave her $1 stage tips. Then I followed custom and invited her to come and have a drink with me.
So she accepted and got her drink and sat down. I talked briefly, and then said, "Maybe we could go out sometime?"
I had not thought this through. Starting in jr. high school a guy learns that the women held up as sex symbols, playboy, movies, fashion, are out of his social reach. So would that also apply to a dancer at a GoGo bar like the Brass Rail? Only one way of finding out. So I was just testing the waters.
So she said, "I don't go out with customers."
Now it would take me some years to really understand her meaning, but I still felt that my honor was being challenged.
So I talked about myself a bit, all very matter of fact, nothing like a rehearsed pitch. Then I impulsively took a napkin and wrote my full name and home telephone number on it and handed it to her.
She stood up and held it down at harms length, and looking at it she said, "Well okay. But you don't understand, I get hit on by 50 guys a night."
Her tone was now apologetic, but again it would take years to really understand her, but I again felt that the honorability of my intentions was being challenged.
I surmised though that sometimes a guy has to take it on the chin, and that I needed to quite before this got any worse. So I bid her good night and then left.
This was a Sunday night. The next day I was busy on a project and did not get home until 10pm. I had completely forgotten about this matter with Cathy.
I looked and saw that the counter on my mechanical answering machine said that I had one message. So I pressed the playback button, and there it was, her voice.
"I want to see you!"
Now she was at the Brass Rail, I could hear the crowd and the music. It was 10pm and I needed to be up early. So I was not going to go there.
But I still was blown away.
I really just wanted her phone number. But this was before cell phones, and women were more careful about that.
I had no intention of trying to take her outside that night. Had not thought this through. And I had no idea of trying to fuck her that night. College party girls maybe, but outside of college, not at all accustomed to skipping the car keys and wallet date. Should have suggested when and where we might go out, might have softened her up to it.
But I was still blown away.
So I did go back on Wednesday, the Amateur Contest, and this black hooker was pushing her whole front side against me. Cathy saw this and she was visibly angered and spoke to me in a snappy tone.
This was different from the college girls. They had an elevated social status at this elite school. They were more aloof. You could not get under their skin that easily so as to anger them and provoke them to rude behavior.
By, "don't go out with customers" I thought Cathy just meant that she was cautious an protective, which I thought was a good idea. What she meant though was that she did not engage in prostitution, with people who are offering money. There was no way I would have been offering that.
So I think the fact that I did not ask her to agree to anything, did not offer money, and that I was open and honest about my employment and everything else, it put me in a completely different category. I was not one of the 50, I was something which did not happen that often.
And "hit on", I thought that meant a really predatory pick up routine. I was not doing that. She just meant the guys going for P4P.
So what I learned, if you are not going for P4P, not offering money or acting like she can be bought, and are open and honest, the girls was likely to be just putty in your hands.
Now I did not see her again, I was not really prepared to finish what I had started, but I did most certainly learn from it.
SJG
Drive My car, remastered from Rubber Soul w/ piano and funky old fashioned stereo mix. Also having studied song books of Beatles music, except for what they did in Hamburg, the early stuff done in the UK was all diatonic. But on Rubber Soul they were using flat 7th chords, and not just on the Dominant, but on the Tonic and Subdominant, as is common in blues. The chromatic chords in the harmony and breaking the scale make it all much more interesting. youtube.com
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