So you're going back tonight aren't you.
...or posting on a comic book messageboard.
My girlfriend has some gay friends and we went to a gay nightclub in Green Bay on Wednesday night. Within 10 minutes of being there, an older man came up to me said "somebody told me to give this to you" and hands me a note, which asks me if I'm single and if I'd like to "Hang out", signed with some dude's name and phone number.
Later on in the night, one of my girlfriend's bi-female friends takes my shirt off and shoves it in her cleavage and runs off with it, leaving me topless, surrounded by all these gay strangers...good God; I felt like I was a helpless lamb surrounded by a pack of wolves.
I eventually get my shirt back, which now smells of a healthy combination of perfume AND cologne; but by this time I've had a few drinks and I had to break the seal. I step into the bathroom, after I'm done pissing I zip up and I hear from behind me "Hey, I was the guy that wrote you the note, what's up man?"
So you're going back tonight aren't you.
You loved it.
Don't lie. You did.
You got but merely a taste of what we go through at bars.
Be glad that was a one night experience.
But it's cool that you got a better understanding.
Oh and when you take your shirt off in a gay bar, that pretty much screams "Hi! I'm slutty trash!"
So SHE said you're slutty trash.Originally Posted by Brian Defferding
First time I was in a gay club, somone asked one of my friends if I was interested in hooking up. I was shocked to discover I had potentially more success in a gay club than in one of my regular haunts.
I bet you never dreamed your first sex-in-a-public-bathroom experience would be like that...or posting on a comic book messageboard.
My girlfriend has a some gay friends and we went to a gay nightclub in Green Bay on Wednesday night. Within 10 minutes of being there, an older man came up to me said "somebody told me to give this to you" and hands me a note, which asks me if I'm single and if I'd like to "Hang out", signed with some dude's name and phone number.
Later on in the night, one of my girlfriend's bi-female friends takes my shirt off and shoves it in her cleavage and runs off with it, leaving me topless, surrounded by all these gay strangers...good God; I felt like I was a helpless lamb surrounded by a pack of wolves.
I eventually get my shirt back, which now smells of a healthy combination of perfume AND cologne; but by this time I've had a few drinks and I had to break the seal. I step into the bathroom, after I'm done pissing I zip up and I hear from behind me "Hey, I was the guy that wrote you the note, what's up man?"
Doesn't matter who took it off you.
Shirtless in a gay bad = slutty trash.
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