First time ain’t good.
Circus-themed, but the perfomance was too slow for our liking. I am actually beginning to lose interest in clubbing. Or wait… did I ever like it in the first place?
It used to be for the attention and ego-boosting pick-ups. That lasted for only a session or two, and from then onwards, I found myself actually owning the perception that getting picked-up reflects a negative image of you. Especially since any lady can just be whizzed off if she appears a lil tipsy. What does this says of you? Casual? Slutty? Or easy?
So I preferred to be known for my character and brains. Don’t do drugs. Don’t love alcohol. Half of the time, I’ve no idea what music is being played except for the really common ones like all those of Lady Gaga’s. (Btw, I’m intrigued by her. I saw her performance in NYC and I was totally blown away. I mean, who else could do that to a grand piano????) So what’s clubbing for, again?
Anyway, last night, this man grabbed my ass while I was busy texting on my blackberry. I turned my head around immediately and saw 3 guys walking past me calmly.
Grrrr!!!!
Wanted to shout, but got no idea who’s hand it was! And in a foreign place and a different colour skin, would we get beated up eventually?
Their guts. God damn it. Bestion was standing right next to me! Urgh.
Disgusted and largely helpless.
Fuck it.
Difference in culture, that’s why.