Night of Nudity

The night started off with me being bored and looking through craigslist. I found an ad of a photographer that wants to take nude pics and he’ll pay $25 (basically to cover transportation) and he can send over a copy of the photos. Yes, such sketchiness with so little info and yet I accepted it and went to the studio. I was pretty bored with my stagnant life and figured I’d do something wild and risky. If something bad were to happen, at least I’d feel something. I believe that’s the wrist cutter’s mentality. Although I’m not really just doing it to feel something. I figure if something really bad were to happen to me I’d appreciate my life more. At the same time, it’s not like I’m asking for it. I don’t wish for something bad to happen. It’s just that I was aware of the risk and what I’m putting on the line for it. In this case, it would be my rape cherry.

 

I picked a bad time to drive downtown and after I got down there, I continued to hate driving downtown because it’s so much more hectic than uptown. Apparently there was a basketball game tonight and the first parking lot I chose had jacked up prices. I decided to drive a little farther for a cheaper park. The jacked up rate was $20 for the night. I was expecting $10 which is still pricey. When I got back in my car, a guy approached me. He gave a speech about how he was homeless and that he was trying to learn computers to get his life straight but he was hungry and wanted some money. Out of the kindness of my heart, I decided to give him $2 to get a hotdog. He said hotdogs cost $3 so I gave him another dollar. If I were really kind, I probably should’ve given him more but at least it was better than nothing. I never know if these people asking for money is for real or if it’s just a scam. Either way, it was just a couple bucks; I’ve been wasting way more than that lately anyway.

 

After driving around a bit, I found parking at a children’s hospital for $7. I wasn’t aware that I was parking in the hospital when I was parking the car but it was fine. Finally, I met up with the photographer and began my shoot. You know the brief bit of information I gave you about this whole photoshoot? That’s literally all the information I have on it. I didn’t do any background checking or anything. Anything could’ve happened to me.

 

I entered the sketchy building and into his tiny studio. He tried to make me feel at ease with some small talk but I don’t really care for small talk. We started off taking clothed pictures. As he asked me to remove each article of clothing, I wondered if I was going to get raped. After a couple nude shots, he asked me to shave my pubic hair. He had a razor there for me to use. I had never shaved down there before and I started shaving lousily. Eventually, I let the guy shave me. It wasn’t forceful or anything, but yes, that happened. The rest of the shoot was pretty straight forward and I got my $25. I live about an hour away from downtown and since I drove all that way, I decided to wander the streets aimlessly for a bit.

 

After walking in and out of a few shops without doing anything, barely even browsing, I stumbled upon Zanzibar, a strip club. The name actually caught my attention first. The reason I noticed it was because I’ve edited a book for a psychic and he mentions the Zanzibar a lot from his childhood stories. Back then, it was a jazz club. I learned a bit of the history from talking to the strippers. I actually wasn’t too eager to go to a strip club but I figured I was just going to go home anyway so I might as well drop in and take a gander. The door said no cover charge. As a cheap person, that intrigued me. I sat down and it didn’t take long for a waitress to ask for my orders. I didn’t want anything but she told me it’s a one drink minimum and the drinks start at $7. I really didn’t feel like I needed to see live boobs so I walked out to decide whether I want to sit in a strip club for $7. After wandering around the streets a bit more, I figure heck, $7 isn’t too bad. I need to live a little. Plus, I spent way waaaaaaaaaaaaaay more money on my ex-girlfriend, which as her title implies, didn’t work out. Being depressed and having wasted a lot more money on things recently, I’m now a little more loose with my money… until I run out of the cash lying around in my house which shouldn’t take long if I start spending it.

 

Once I decided to re-enter the strip club, the first thing I did was go downstairs to the washroom. I saw an attendant in there and it caught me by surprise. I contemplated whether I should just turn back instantly but I didn’t want to do anything suspicious so I decided to just wash my hands instead. The guy gave me soap and a towel which I didn’t like because I knew where it was going. I tried not to tip because I just washed my hands and I honestly didn’t even need to. The guy seemed a bit angered by it so I just tipped him a dollar to prevent from making a scene. Next time, I should turn around and leave as soon as I see an attendant. I didn’t even pee…

 

After that washroom fiasco, I took a seat and tried to enjoy the show. I was already somewhat aware of the nature of strip clubs – the way strippers try to sell you on dances which are costly and measured by songs. It actually isn’t too costly but a song isn’t very long. Strippers approached me and tried to give me a dance. I asked them how much it costs. It costs $20 cover to get a private room and then it’s $20 per song. I was willing to part with $20 but $40 right off the bat seems a bit steep for me. I turned down several strippers. I starting to feel proud of myself for the restraint I was exercising. Honestly, I quite enjoy the part where they approach me and feign interest in me. Fake or not, it’s still nice to have someone act like they want my attention. If I were a dick, I could actually enjoy myself without spending money by fishing them along for several minutes before finally declining the dance. I don’t intend to waste their time so I let them know very early on that I’m not planning to spend much money tonight.

 

One stripper tried pretty hard to sell me the dance. I let her know early on it’s too pricey for me and I’d need to think about it more but she kept trying so I let her. We made a bit of a small talk. Of course, she then insisted on a dance again and when I said no to that last offer, she immediately ignored me. I actually wanted to ask one more question to wrap up our conversation but she didn’t care anymore. The immediacy of her ignorance felt pretty bad. She was actually pretty close to making the sale with me but not anymore.

 

As more strippers approached me, I decided to ask one to just cuddle with me a bit without getting a room so I don’t need to pay the cover. I was worth it enough for me. I very much enjoy having someone close to me and touching me. This girl wasn’t as touchy as some of the other ones but it was fine. So we sat for a song and I gave her $20. I was content with that spending. I didn’t plan on spending anymore but then a Romanian woman came along that did a pretty good job. I’m not particularly attracted to Romanians or anything though some people might think so based on a previous post. She just seemed nice enough, attractive enough, and I don’t mind parting with another $20. Sales is hard and I want to give them a sale. This girl was pretty good. I stayed at the table without a private room which mean less intimate touching but I was okay with that. She motorboated me a couple times which was a pleasant surprise. She smelled nice and I asked her what her scent was. I guessed strawberry but she told me it was pomegranate and lemon. It didn’t smell crazy good but it was kind of nice and I asked just to give a compliment and make small talk. Although I repeatedly proclaim my dislike for small talk, I see its uses and importance and I don’t take that away from it. In conclusion, those two girls were nice, lol. $40 was a bit more than I thought I’d spend but it wasn’t too bad.

 

I try to extend my stay downtown as much as possible and had been texting Justin (my friend) to see if he wanted to go to a bar. He happened to have plans with his friends and girlfriend to go to a club so I joined them. After posing nude and getting out of my comfort zone, I thought I’d be able to let myself loose in the club instead of just standing in the corner like I usually do. I wasn’t able to let loose as much as I had hoped but it was better than past times. I literally did nothing in previous club outings so doing more than that isn’t saying much. The problem with approaching girls is that I don’t know what’s step two. I can muster up the effort to approach and say any one line, but after that, I’m not really too interested in reacting, whether it would be dancing or conversing. It’s not that I don’t want to talk to girls, but that’s hard enough on it’s own without deafening music making it an impossibility.

 

When I entered the club, I decided to not use the coat check. My jacket wasn’t fancy or anything so I just left it on a chair and expected it to be there for me by the end of the night. I was aware of the risk but it seemed worth it to me. As a precaution for the worst case scenario, I took all valuables out of my jacket and put them in my jean pockets. I had quite a few things: car keys, wallet, cell phone, gps, and psp. The last two are the biggest and most people wouldn’t carry with them but I did. My jeans had big enough pockets that it fit in fairly comfortably so that wasn’t a problem. After dancing for about an hour, I decided to check on my jacket and it was gone. The coat check was only $3 but I decided to gamble and lost. Oh well. I wasn’t too attached to that jacket anyway.

 

To sum up, I spent quite a bit of money tonight. Roughly $10 of gas I’d say, $3 to beggar, $7 parking, $1 washroom attendant, $7 strip club drink, $40 lap dances, $10 club cover fee, totaling $78 and my jacket. I earned $25 in the process so that makes it $53 and my jacket.  Is it worth it? I’m choosing not to think about it too much. The sum itself isn’t too big a deal if I had fun but I can’t really say I had a lot of fun. I tried to make the most out of the night but it’s not exactly more fun than a night in playing video games which costs virtually nothing.


I’ll end this entry with a joke. When I told another friend about my nude posing gig for $25, she joked that I was overpaid. Kudos to her. I thought it was pretty funny.

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Drinking Hot Sauce

I’m basically just trying to pass time these days. I’m supposed to have some interviews next week and I’m just going to ride that out. If I were a harder working person, I’d be trying to do something productive in the meantime but I’m just going to keep waiting because I don’t feel like working very hard at the moment.

 

Last night, I went out with Justin and a bunch of his friends. Not sure if anyone remembers Justin, I’ve mentioned him in previous blog entries and podcasts and stuff. Not really important who he is though, you only need to know that he’s a good friend. I’m not sure if I simply never noticed it in my first couple years being his friend, but the past couple years he’s been horrible at making plans and cancels them a lot. It’s at a point right now that if I have plans with Justin, I cannot tell my parents about it until the moment I leave the house. That’s also because I have shitty parents. If I end up not going out after telling them about it, my mom would keep asking stupid questions over and over again, and asking it as if I was the rude person cancelling the plans. My dad, on the other hand, would just laugh at my face for being cancelled on.

 

The plan is to go to a casino but we went to Jack Astor’s before that. When we were half way through eating, one of the friends randomly offered to pay a dollar to Justin if he drank the hot dipping sauce. It was just a random dare, no one was particular into it, hence the small wager. As a cheap person willing to be reckless with my life, the offer piqued my interest and I told them I’d do it for $3. We asked around the table to see who else wants to pitch in a dollar. I knew the whole thing wasn’t particularly interesting so I didn’t force anyone who wasn’t interested. We got it up to $5 so I did it. I drank it like a shot and it actually actually pretty easy. I feel bad for them because I wasn’t more of an entertainment. It didn’t taste good and most people would probably make a disgusted face as they swallow it and that’s what the money’s for but I didn’t make any faces. I almost felt like I ripped them off but I didn’t feel bad about it since it wasn’t even enough money to pay my share of the bill.

 

That’s pretty much it. I guess now I know I can drink hot sauce for practically no money. We went to a casino after and everyone lost money. Justin and some of the others have had really good winnings at the casino before but not last night. I didn’t play because I get turned off by the house edge, understanding probability and that the casino will always win in the end. I don’t gamble, but apparently I have no problem gambling my health with the hot sauce. It’s pretty mild but I can still feel it a little in my chest and ass right now.

A Night in the City

My friend insisted I go out with him tonight and he was willing to pay for my expenses so I went out. I’m still a bum (too lazy to write a decent story about it) but I wrote 2 facebook statuses that sum up some of the things that happened tonight. It also seems I may have found a guest for my impending podcast to tell his crazy stories about going out. I have relatives living in the house at the moment but once they leave in 2 weeks, I will begin to attempt making my podcast. Look forward to it. Anyway, here are my self-quotes:

 

I was told that I was in the presence of Sarah Connor from Terminator. Whether or not it was her, the woman I was observing kissed her very flaming gay friend. Random…

We went to get some schrama. A friend dropped some fries on the counter. I went back to pick it up and eat it. The lady behind the counter saw. She laughed. She gave me some free fries. Laugh all you want but free fries is a win in my books.