So, again on advice I stop...

So, again on advice I stop by GiGi to see what's what here. Step into a time-space continuum tear and enter the 1970's apparently. Weird because there was a flat screen TV on the wall. The place is not updated, but it's not falling apart either. Bar is to the left upon entry, stage is at back to the right, a weird little gogo cage stage in the middle, sort of in the way actually. I didn't see a lap dance area, more on that.

I sit at the bar and almost immediately a dark skinned latina girl named Shakira steps up and starts talking right away. Blah, blah, blah and she asks for a dance. So, she takes me over to the side, nearer the stage in a corner and that's where dances are done. Not private, not even separate as we had to push a table out of the way to get into the area. Well, she started on the dance right way, seemingly half way through the song. She tries, but I think she's drunk. She does this weird thing with her knees where she squeezes your junk and not in a good way. She only did it twice until I told her not to do that. Dances were awkward, my head was being shoved under the glass ledge along the side because she was very forceful and the chair was on wheels. Not good at all, so I cut it off. I gave her a $20 because I think she needed the money more than I did. After we were done, I think she sensed it wasn't really good for me so she said that I should check out her sister, a light skinned latina girl that was blonde (I think her name was Jenna). I said thanks and got up.

I go to sit at the bar and watch some of the Masters on the out of place flat screen and lo and behold guess who comes up and sits with me. Yes, the sister sits down. She starts to talk and strangely enough she seems somewhat with it and intelligent. She actually tried to talk about things that I would be interested in like the golf on TV, baseball, etc. Not the usual crap about how her kids were a pain, or her boyfriend hit her, or how her car doesn't work or anything. I don't mean to make fun of the girls, but for the life of me they don't seem to understand that we are there for a fantasy, and our fantasies usually don't include any of those things. Yet, they seem to want to tell us guys stuff like this.