Run?

So I walked in to the club on a dreary Monday afternoon expecting to be greeted by the sight of attractive, engaging females. And what do I see? A middle-aged woman, a bit on the heavier side, fondling with a gray haired fellow's ears. My eyes immediately shifted to my right, where I spotted a plus sized woman dispassionately swinging around a pole.

My excitement rapidly changed to remorse, and I immediately left after an unfruitful exchange with a black haired, semi-attractive dancer. She was the only one worth staying for, but she soon gravitated towards the gentleman seated beside me at the bar after she realized that I wasn't enjoying myself there. I've been here before, but I've concluded that weekday nights here are absolutely terrible.