This brief visit was sooooo off the charts bad, it demanded to be documented

This brief visit was sooooo off the charts bad, it demanded to be documented. Granted, it was a weekday night in considerable rain, but . . .

Entered Playpen and slowly walked toward bar area. Facing me was a black gal on her phone -- really unattractive, and never even looked up from her phone. I walked toward the right side of the bar, but did not see a bartender behind the bar on either side. On the left side of the bar was a massive woman, tatted up, probably Hispanic. She was seated with a black dude wearing a rag on his head. The dude hollered at me as I walked, "Hey amigo!" When I didn't immediately answer, he repeated himself. I gave him the Head nod, and looked left and right for the barkeep.

Not seeing anyone to serve me, I decided to backtrack toward the door to the men's room to formulate a plan. As I am taking a piss, the door opens and my amigo enters. He tells me that he has a girl for me. I'm thinking, "the whale?". I tell him "no thanks". He says, "Why not? Don't you want a girl?". I say no and he asks "Why, you looking for a guy, then?" I laugh (nervously) and say no. He leaves the bathroom, I zip up, and make a beeline for the parking lot.