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"Deirdre," she said, taking a drink from her glass. "I couldn't agree more," I replied, "oh, and my name's Lance." She smiled and said, "Yeah, it's kind of a meat-market, but I like that it doesn't have dancing. It seemed they could smell non-authenticity, or maybe that's just my mother. This kind of flowed out of me, for I had decided that truthfulness was probably in order for an older woman. I went on, saying, "it's an interesting place, not what I expected. "Yes, my first time," I replied, noting how the table came just below her cleavage but was waist-high to me. "I've never seen you here before," she said as she went up to the table and put a wine glass on it. Also, I only said 'hi' and didn't start rolling out idiot remarks immediately. This wasn't necessary but was a classy move, kind of out of character for me.
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"Well, hi," I replied, then moved over slightly to create room for her at the table. She was wearing a nice blue dress which clung to her form nicely without looking slutty. She was slightly heavy, but I'd say more curvy than overweight, but she had a nice pair of breasts which created a nice cleavage.
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She was very Latina, with a full head of short wavy dark hair, and a very pleasant but slightly acne-scarred face (well, we had that in common). The voice belonged to a woman who couldn't have been over five-feet-three-inches, and I'd say was in her early thirties. I was minutes away from leaving when I heard a voice from below say, "Hi". That seemed a decent interval in the unlikely case that I would ever return. I figured I would nurse that, then leave after I had been there an hour. I was starting to feel way out of place, so I had a passing waitress bring me another beer. The latter would later be confirmed in an interesting way. I took it the older women were mostly divorced but wondered if some were on a 'girls' night out' from uninterested spouses.
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I also noticed that I was very much the youngest one there, by several years, and my suspicions about the women being older were proved correct.Īs far as I could tell this was where young urban professional males would come for a hook-up with older women who were looking for the same. I had never been to a place where the women always made the first move. I watched for about half an hour, and the social dynamic appeared to be women splitting off from their tight knots and striking up a conversation with one of the men, or pairs of men. Looking closer, I saw the crowd was split about evenly gender-wise, although most of the women were in tight knots while the men were mostly alone or in pairs. They looked like young professionals, in their late twenties to early thirties, all dressed as I was in slacks and shirts. I wandered over to one of the stand-up tables and started surveying the crowd. Looking over I could see all beer was on tap a sign of a high-class establishment. So I pressed on to the bar and ordered a beer.
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I was feeling very out of my depth, for it felt I wasn't old enough for this place, but didn't want to turn and leave and look like a dork. Apparently, I fit the profile so he let me come in. I hesitated to call him a bouncer since he was pretty slender, but I assumed he most likely had a gun under his coat. As I walked in, a guy at the door who worked there looked me over, then looked away. I was relieved I had put on khakis and button shirt, for my usual polo shirt and jeans would have been very much out of place here. It felt very adult but still seemed like a meat market, but where the meat was all nicely dressed. Definitely not your usual beer-and-dance place.
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There were TV screens with what appeared to be music videos and some stand-up tables where people were congregating alone or in small clusters. There were tables, a bar, but no dance floor. So one Saturday night I went to a club downtown one of the guys at work had talked about.Īs soon as I walked in I could see this was not your standard place. I was working a summer intern job between my Junior and Senior year, but since I had never lived in that city and had no friends there, I couldn't figure out anything to do.