I don’t really like that title but oh well. The more straightforward title is My First Stripclub Experience. Yes, I went to my first stripclub today. For a depressed guy who usually doesn’t do shit all day, today was actually quite eventful. First, I did almost 4 hours of podcasting with MrJohnson. That alone would have already made the day stand out, but then Justin decided to invite me out to go to Niagara casino with him. He offered to pay for food and expenses as long as I drive to his house first so I decided to take advantage of the kind offer.
I attempted to record a podcast during the car ride but it didn’t turn out too well so I probably won’t be uploading it. As usual, I make gay jokes about myself, talk openly about sex (or the lack thereof), and told them about the recent fat hooker experience. They realized that I haven’t seen live boobs of a pretty girl yet so they decided to drop by the stripclub before going to the casino. This was my first time going to a stripclub. It was fine, but nothing to get crazy about. The mere proximity of some pretty boobs weren’t exactly going to cure my depression. Maybe if a girl I really like presented her boobs just for me, that might help with my depression but that’s a whole different fantasy altogether.
I didn’t even get hard at all, but that was because I didn’t try to get hard. But then if I do try to get hard, I could do it without having hot girls around. Justin wanted to buy me a lap dance but we went in when the club was going to close in half an hour and he said I should pick a girl I really want. There was one girl that caught my eye. In fact, I pretty much stared at her the whole time. I probably seemed really pervy because she was at the table right next to mine and I just kept staring. But then again, I was at a stripclub so it doesn’t really matter that I seem pervy. I didn’t end up getting a lap dance because she was busy with a rich guy the whole time. I basically spent my first time at a stripclub staring at a dude.
There are a few other things I could write about but I’m going to skip ahead. We left the stripclub and I needed to pee. Just for fun, I decided to pee in the snowpile in the middle of a cul-de-sac. Then we went to the casino and my friends proceeded to lose a bunch of money. I had no intention to gamble so I didn’t gamble and didn’t lose any money and didn’t have to feel shitty about that. On the ride back, I had a long and repetitive talk with Justin and now it seems I might be dabbling in android game development very soon, like right after posting this entry, as long as I don’t lose my motivation which could very well happen. Tonight, I saw some boobs and possibly got some motivation to work, can’t say it was a bad night.