Downtown. Midweek.

After a successful day meeting with potential investors in Midtown, my colleague and I decided to hit up one of the clubs nearby.

Sapphire's on 42? Strike one. The energy wasn't just there, and there were only one or two 10/10's, but they had a bitchy look about them and didn't look fun so we decided to spend our dollars elsewhere.

Rick's? Strike two. There were lots of mediocre Latina's ... The kind the come up to you with their female friend and outnumber you before you can even pull out your wallet to buy a drink. "No, papi doesn't want a dance.