I have decided that they call it a night club for a reason. You keep the place sooo dark that you erase approximately fifteen years off of the customer's face. Which is probably the number one reason for the next day "....OMG are you who I went home with last night?!" response.
A friend of mine and I decided one night to go to a place which rhymes with toupee (which seemed to be the number one accessory). The participants ranged in ages from early 40's to 70+. The first individual we were introduced to we will name "Ballpark Frank". This was a gentleman approximately 70 years old, dressed in a red polo shirt, and spent the evening with his hands on his hips. He surveyed the opposite sex like he was trying to decide if he was going to purchase the team.
The next individual, "mushroom man" was as wide as he was tall and dressed like a petite John Travolta. All that would come to mind was the image of a spinning top at Christmas.
Then there was "fancy feet". A terrific dancer that was focused on (as it was discovered later)the relocation from his brother's basement to the abode of some unsuspecting female.
When meeting and greeting these individuals, the same thoughts just seemed to pop into ones head... Stalker! Crazy! Now I know why you're single! Really! and Really Again!
Everything; however, is a learning experience. I have now learned that you never give out any personal information including, but not limited to: your name, age, address, time you've lived in the area, schools attended, time single, people you've known, favorite anything, animals you've owned, education, or color preference. In short, tell them NOTHING! but try to find out as much about them as possible. It's kind of like a job interview.
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