Soft.....smell pretty......

I once read an article in a men's magazine that summed up the writer's knowledge of females, soft & smell pretty. I would have to say that's about all anyone could ever figure out.
Day one of my first business trip was almost a total wash. Due to inclement weather, the test plane didn't even show. My co-worker and I had to entertain ourselves all day. To some this would seem like a vacation but its a vacation in Tulsa, OK. We went to breakfast, back to the hotel, to the mall, back to the hotel. The highlight was going to the crappy workout facility to get in 2.5 miles. However, I decided to turn things around. My co-worker had hinted at hitting up a "gentlemen's club" and I entertained the idea but wasn't entirely convinced. My co-worker is a young whipper-snapper that's getting married in October and has only been to one "club" his whole life. So, I manned up and we set out with the plan of doing a happy hour at the "club" and then going to this popular area, Brookside, for dinner and drinks. As with Gilligan, a three hour tour turned into a lifetime on an island (ie "club"). I felt that I had to impart some of my wisdom on my co-worker. You can gauge a "club" based on a few items. 1. alcohol available or b.y.o.b, 2. cover charge, 3. the ladies "protocol" and 4. the bathrooms. There's no exact equation but the lower on the scale of 1-10 the sketchier the place usually is. Last night's "club" was pretty high on the standards. Low cover charge, any beer you could want (no hard stuff) and the bathroom smelled like bleach (even though someone dropped a 4 ton deuce in stall #1 and didn't flush......but that's another story). The ladies, however, were walking around drinking beers, smoking, and sitting on customer's laps with touching allowed and making customers buy them more drinks. Usually, that's a turn off to me b/c even though I'm there for the fantasy, and willing to pay for it, the fantasy is about me not me taking care of them. Luckily, or maybe not, the ladies left my co-worker and me alone for a while so we could "gaze" and drink in peace. "Those guys" were there as well. By that I mean the typical "clubber" that sits at the main stage all night or approaches the stage for every new girl and stands in the exact same spot for a $1 worth of attention. All in all, we had a blast and I had to surrender my belt so someone could get whipped for a while. Freaky. Long story longer, we never made it to Brookside and settled for "Whataburger" at 11pm.
The whole experience made me realize how much I miss both the "clubs" and female companionship. Of course I have more self-control than to become one of "those guys" but if I had all the money in the world then I'd think I'd be "that guy" ;-)
Yup, all I know is soft....smells pretty....and sometimes glittery....... :-D