The Social Scene Continued

I may have been a touch coercive in trying to get Him to venture outside His comfort zone and take me to the club. Really we live smack dab in a virtual hub of alternative activity and literally never socialize with like minded individuals. At least not openly like minded – though we have our suspicions we skirt the conversations carefully. We are probably the most extreme even in our moderate activity.


Any how after a painful family party Saturday we came home to regenerate then left the house around 10:45 for the short drive to the club. This place gets a lot of press in BDSM chat and blogs and has a pretty friendly (that’s a hint) website. His girl used to go there fairly frequently in the past but stopped a few years ago because she was turned off by the number of single males walking around jerking off – though I understand that situation has been dealt with to some degree. Frankly I do not think that would bug me all that much but whatever –


Not really being familiar with the situation or set up we decided to park two blocks away and walk over to the club. We stopped a half a block away so we could get a feel for the type of people entering – leaned up against some scaffolding and started people watching….


Here is where I start sounding like a superficial bitch –


Initially we only say men entering – fine – but I am not all that interested in being the only girl in a sausage factory so we decided to give it a few more minutes to see if there would be any girls showing. Finally a girl showed up who looked fine – normal girl in jeans and a pony tail – pretty much standard. I am getting ready to go in….


Up the block comes a guy in red sweatpants, from a distance my impression is one of Igor…. Short, hunched, dirty and in red sweatpants? I am paying money to party with this guy? Oh god – I get that people often change into their gear when they get into the club (though it would be perfectly acceptable in my neck of the woods to walk the streets in it) but I do not think that people who would appear in public even for a minute in red sweatpants – let alone arrive at a club in them – is the type of person I want beating my ass or even watching my ass get beaten.


The two of us pretty much just cracked up – He starts dragging his leg behind Him as we start up the block – and we were done. We never would have been able to contain ourselves at this point anyway – imagine if we went in and he was still wearing the sweatpants? We’d be thrown out fer shure….


Passing closer a nice looking elderly couple emerged. In their sixties, if a day, which is fine, I will be there sooner that I would like to admit – and I imagine I will still be getting tied down, beaten and choked with dick ------ BUT she was wearing a MuuMuu.


Seriously – red sweatpants and now a MuuMuu.


It’s Saturday night, in one of the best cities in the world, you are in the FASHION DISTRICT for fucks sake. People are paying money to come play with you. Take a little fucking care with your personal appearance.


Now I said I was going to sound like a superficial bitch and I am not apologizing for it.


Ironically – we are going to try again during one of their regular events. Hopefully an event night will attract more of a regular group than some random night in June. But I think private events might be the way to go.


Wish I lived in Michigan or Wisconsin.