Is Getting Picked Up By Strippers A Success?

I brought wing lady number two with me last night to scope the town. First, we hit up Notte to get a drink. We took a shot with the beautiful - yet unavailable - DJ Fred, ordered our signature drinks, and chilled at the bar to get a good view of the men in the club. We were there early so options were slim, but we did discover two targets. But, here’s the catch. They were on their phones texting. What do you do with that? If I interrupted them, would that be annoying? Can you even approach people when they are texting? Are they talking to lady friends or attempting to occupy their time because they are alone?

Target #1 was all up in his phone so we didn’t even try to break that ice. Target #2 was another case. We thought he was a bouncer so, for fun, I approached him, told him that I knew he was on the job but my girl and I wanted to let him know that he was very handsome. Well… ends up he didn’t work at the club he just happened to be wearing a black suite like the rest of the bouncers. So I told him that he should hang out with us after he got his drink. Then I walked away expecting him to follow me. The lil’ nigglet didn’t. Immediately, I thought maybe he is waiting for someone? But, no, he wasn’t. He hopped on his phone and got to texting. Then got off, took a sip of his drink, texted some more, turned around, and put his back to the bar and chilled. What the F! Two beautiful women just told you, you were handsome, come chat. And he didn’t. We decided to leave and while passing him by he told us goodbye. Ok, I think homeboy was slow or something. Maybe he was taken aback at the fact that two women would approach him like that. I dunno.

Next we headed to ZenDen. My girl eyed her target and I helped her out by approaching their group and asking them to come talk to us when they had a moment. As we were waiting, another dude approached us with a card. Homeboy was bald, muscular and wearing a graphic tee. Obviously some sort of promoter. But lo and behold, he was a bit more than a club promoter. He was a stripper promoting his self and his crew of strippers from the Bronx. Once again, what the F!

I have to say this was quite entertaining, but at the same time pitiful. Was our body language screaming desperation and sexual need? Is that the scent available women give off? I mean shit, do I look that needy. Yeah, my ego definitely became a bit unsettled. Because, you see, at the same time, while we were looking pitiful enough that a stripper had to talk to us, we also had to look decent enough for them to approach. Maybe they noticed how open and fun we were so they decided to come over. Or is that just a pitiful attempt at trying to justify why a stripper would approach me? We ended up meeting all four of the strippers and had a full conversation with one of them. He told us about a show they were doing at the Scottish Masonic Center, and of course we got the invite. Did I go… nope. I wasn’t about to be that girl.

Oh and btw the group of males I approached for my girlfriend never came over to chat. Instead they started talking to some cougar. Can you see my lips pursing right now.

Next stop was Bar Louie; waste of time. So the last stop became Cush. Talk about wack. We met one of my old targets there and he was all types of clingy. Men, that is a turn off. Say hello and then walk away for a while. Don’t stay by me all night. Yuck! I also found out that he lived with his mother. Isn’t that great. You can tell I am really interested.

I attribute this interesting hunting session to the fact that today is Easter so many of the good ones were probably visiting family or being holy and staying in. Next week, myself and wing lady number one are meeting up with Juan and his friends for salsa dancing. Cross your fingers that something good comes of this.