November 17, 2002
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This is a scene that I’m going to carry with me for a long time to come.
Picture this; a group of 18 guys out on a stag night, already well stoked on beer and tequila and walking past a Filipino doorman who nimbly slips among us and offers us
girls
and this group of 18 guys are smoothly and effortlessly ushered within to find
lots of girls
some of them are topless
all of them are pretty
and I’m having an out of body experience as I sit and watch this all going on around me and I am struck by two thoughts
why are all the other guys making whooping noises?
and what the fuck am I doing here?
I wanted to feel all red blooded and stuff like that but all I could think of was that these girls are getting paid to sit there and talk to us and serve us drinks and stroke our arms and egos and let us stroke them back a little but gently slap our hands away with a practised smile if we get too frisky...they are getting paid to sit there and do all that because in the Philippines or Thailand or Rumania or Hungary or wherever, their prospects were as crap as the drunken jokes they’re now paid to laugh at every night and while they hate having to prostitute their pride, reality always bites and now they’re working nights in a strip joint in Nagoya, Japan.....
So I sat there and made the smallest of small talk with an incredibly beautiful young lady from Thailand until she realised what a non whooper I was and moved off in search of meatier pickings
So then I just sat there really
And reflected on the fact that if the commercialism had been removed from the equation, if there had just been a bunch of guys and a bunch of girls all out to have a good time with each other, I’d have been in there in the thick of it. Or if I hadn’t felt like these were girls from very poor backgrounds who had no choice but to do this...But in this time limited, paid for in advance, glitter balled (and to be frank since no one was really getting anything - blue balled) plastic world I seemed to lose a chromosome...
I looked over at, um, let’s call him, Frank, and saw the huge smile plastered over his mug as Frank’s frankly tiny paramour draped herself around him and I looked over at, oh, Oswald, happily slipping a thousand yen note into the waistband of the topless temptress gyrating herself in front of him... I looked around these guys and I realised what it was that made them go mad for it and not me...
They’d drunk more than me, the bastards....
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I don't think it was the alcohol as much as a deeper awareness of things... face it Bob, somewhere along the line-- and please do forgive me for saying this... but honey, sweet sweet man ... you developed DEPTH!!! (and only 38... too!)
Well, well... whaddaya know... I'm a sucker for bad boys with British accents-- and DEPTH!
damn bob, you're blaming alcohol for your good behaviour now? you're slipping, man. good on ya anyway.
actually that was commendable you admired their beauty .. you were thoughtful and reflective of each one of the girls.. scrutinizing their reasoning for doing what they were doing .. and sat back and relaxed ... sometimes .. the ego boosting fun isn't shared or deemed as"fun" as it looks ...but enjoyable nonetheless!
*chuckle*
good blog...;)
I would have sat there and talked to you all night and wouldn't have taken a dime for it.
Thank you for the glimpse at the *other* party.
If Frank and Oswald are who I think they are, then they were
probably trying to distract themselves from the burden of guilt
they carry around each and every day because of their part-
time jobs.
if there had just been a bunch of guys and a bunch of girls
all out to have a good time with each other, I'd have been
in there in the thick of it.
Does this mean I don't have to pay you when I sit next to you
and you laugh at my jokes?
And to think... I was going over there to apply a well-manicured lick upon your bald head when suddenly you tell me Oswald has the thousand yen bill in his hand? There is something obviously wrong with my line of reasoning here.
With that aside, I'm quite ashamed in you. I didn't think I'd ever see YOU in one of those places*.
* Denotes extreme sarcasm.
Don't like those places for the reasons you mentioned. Too expensive and for what? A girl tells me how great I am using the same words she used last night and the night before and the night before that with every other guy?
I don't need it.
I do like looking at boobies though.
poor girls.... i did research on prostitutes, strippers and the sort in china, and it's a sad reality that many women don't even realize what they're getting into until they're trapped. in china, with the one-birth-per-family policy, many little girls are either left to die or placed in foster care where they are lured by strange men for a better life, and life that is also one fat lie.... so sad...
They got suckered in...good for you for not 'buying' into it! ~Spot~
LOL..and here i thought you were going to say something humbling ...thats what happens when you dont get enough to drink ...
B.
That's quite sad, really. I feel bad for girls who feel the need to sell themselves.....
I have to shamelessly say that I just listened to your blog from 31-October. *vapors* That is the damn sexiest voice I have heard in a long time. I must listen to it 1, 483 times now. Bye bye.
That's funny!
But at least your sobriety made you realize how hollow it all really was, in the end,
I'd admire you more for that than if you had whooped it with them.
Blessings, Bob. You teach us something new everyday.
-Paul
I miss your previous header...
I like the story, but i wonder if everyone else who commented is looking to far into this. I understand what your talking about but it seems more like an elaborate joke than a social statement. Hmm, just my opinion.
maybe it all crossed your mind because you're a good guy. stranger things have happened, y'know. just not often enough.
thanks for being a good guy.
Sigh. Sometimes, times can really be that hard to make people go to desperate measures. Thanks for teaching me a lesson, and bless you for not being like the other guys around you.
You did WHAT all night? *puzzled look* Bob...are you feeling okay?
Actually...you are to be commended for your actions...of lack there of in this case.
Have a great weekend!!
how depressing.
You've really nailed it with the alcohol insight. Those girls are bar girls; you don't find similar library girls or produce market girls... but then how do we account for teashop geishas? That's a different world, I know, and involves a whole different class of flirting.
During the half year I lived in Japan, I made the acquaintance of several Japanese people, but my only real friend among them was Mariko, a bar girl. She was going to marry an American GI she met at work, and I was tutoring her in polite English so that she wouldn't gross out her new mother-in-law with the English she had learned on the job. Her parents had sold her to the bar owner when she was six years old. For her it was a step up from the filthy cleanup work, when she got old enough to work the drunks.
Damn .. to think... i was the god of one liners....
i had a similar experience once. i was all out ready to have a good time at a strip bar when i realized one of the girls was too young and probably pregnant. that was like a pail of cold water thrown full in my face. i was going to have fun at the expense of their dignity.
i've stuck to my beers for most of the time since.
look u fuckin faggot. obviously those sunglasses dont work cuz u be a blind bitch...kissin ass to ugly ass bitches like hella dope. u must have one big ass fuckin left nut to say shit like that. i give you 2 eprops for havin balls to fuckin front wit me like that. nigga...ur gonna die. so just give me ur address..and ill end ur life for u..but ill fuckin kill ur family infront of your eyes first.
ps. u fucked with the wrong nigga..you gonna die.
Good lawd that last comment was a train wreck and completely made me forget what I was going to say.
*Shakes head* Whatever it was, I'm sure I meant it. Hehe.
What ¶“c did that come out of?
Liked your scholarly advice to the boy, though.
Of course, if I see any suspicious types in the “ì area I'll let you know.
Well, the ones that aren't my friends, that is. Word.
I don't see the appeal of that sort of entertainment, but i'm a girl, we're wired differently.
and feel bad, I told you not to get too drunk and you didn't have a good time because of it... well at least you get to be the better person? right? hahahaha.
Global inequality is the sad subject of much of the attention of sociologists over here in the United States. On the one hand, it's tragic that economic institutions get structured so as not to allow women and other minority groups access to resources they need to get into decent jobs. On the other hand, seeing as things ARE structured like that, trying to boycott those practices usually only hurts the people who are already victims of the system. I mean, you could shut those clubs down, but unless you create some other kind of employment for them, those women still won't have good jobs, and then they may have to turn to even more debasing methods of getting enough money to survive.
Well said. In most of the (actually few) places I've been (Southeast US and Windsor, Canada), many of the women seem to be there temporarily, spending the money on school. Not that that's a good thing, for the rather ugly lesson it offers, but less depressing for some of us who haven't properly disconnected our brains before entering.
I see the MGMT pulled the plug on Queenz...
you have to be drunk, and keep your money in your pocket, not thiers, (unless you are getting "special" attention!!)
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