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| - I was hoping to finally get laid for 2012 while in Vegas. Didn't happen. Yep, I went to a swinger club and left empty. Okay, I didn't actually get to go in. But I drove there and parked. It was hard to find and in a very seedy shopping center. Nothing there for me since there were all these Korean restaurants and I hate Korean food, and a gay bar/gym/bath house and I'm not a gay male.
I went in and had to pump the young woman up front for info, as well as the young bouncer who came over soon after. I've been to a few of these types of places before in California, and I didn't have to prompt them to give info. They gave me all the info I needed without me having to ask. Come on, I'm painfully shy, this is too hard to do. But I got a feeling that they weren't all that eager to have me over there. Not welcoming like other swinger clubs. They wanted $20 if I was to come in, but they told me that there was hardly anyone there right then and that more people would show up after midnight.
I had no urge to drink that night, but I also found it incredibly lame that they don't allow BYOB like other swinger clubs. So how to break the ice first? No fun if everyone's stone cold sober there. Does everyone swig some booze in the parking lot, go into a gay male bar for booze first, or into a Korean bar as a white lady and get stared at like a fish out of water while trying to get some soju before going into a very DRY swinger club?!
Also, rubbers aren't free here. But this is Vegas, where they nickel and dime you for everything.
I really wasn't sure what to expect for the Vegas swing club scene. I mean, it was early in the week and about 9 pm, but when I drove down the strip to get there, it was packed with all these hot young men out there walking around, no matter how early in the week it was and no matter if it was "only" 9 pm. So I expected that since the strip was jumping that it wouldn't be dead here either.
Anyway, I left after they unenthusiastically answered my questions. On my way to the car, this yucky 45+ creepy ass creep came from out of nowhere and asked me, "Are you going to the Green Door?" I shouted "NO!" I know he was just angling for couples' admission vs. what he'd have to pay to go in by himself, but I wouldn't even pretend to know this weirdo. Besides, what the hell would be in it for ME?!
YMMV. Try it later in the week, and know that the party gets started really LATE at this place, unlike those in CA where 9 pm is just fine to get some action. I should've tried the Power Exchange. Oh well, the long dry spell continues...
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