Not a Bad Visit

Against my better judgement, I went with a buddy of mine to Henry VIII North last week Monday night. I used to be a Henry’s South guy, until the girls began to outweigh me. I then stopped going often, but managed to sneak in every couple of months (as long as my friends didn’t see me!) I stay away from The North for the above reasons, and because I don’t like the club, the staff, the mix of dancers, and the crappy neighborhood.

The North was, in my opinion, by far the sleazier of the two places. At least in Southgate The South IS the neighborhood eyesore! This time, I was mildly surprised by the quality of the dancers, most of whom were black. Not that I’m a racist or anything, but I’m just not into black girls very much. There were several girls that I wouldn’t let walk my dog, but a few were really good looking.

My buddy disappears in the VIP about five minutes into our visit. Not a good sign for a tender morsel like me, in a strange club! Sitting there, I felt out of place. A few of the bigger gals approached me, but I shoo’d them away before they had a chance to sit down. I was then approached by a hardbody type black girl named Domino/Dominique or something like that. The name sounded familiar, but not a good familiar. I think I may have read something about her having some disease. I talked about her menu, which was VERY full, complete, and affordable.