no eye contact, no eye contact, no eye contact! i keep repeating for myself when dancing. somehow, in this club, the eye contact doesnt need to last seven seconds to show your interest. actually, there doesnt need to be any at all. i feel random peoples hands on my waist. im scared to be bolder and bring a bit of drama to this place. (they checked my purse for guns). its so ghetto. its so dark. i dont recognize the music. i feel ashamed for girls who are pole dancing shaking their naked butts. no, no gogo girls. just regular. bit bigger than regular.
i kinda knew m. choices would not work. the second place was crowded with people looking like they all have fake ids. so many stripe shirts - oh gosh, why guys wear stripe shirts - so many dance requests and all of them refused...
when going home, i look up to check in how many windows they are sleeping already - or rather not. maybe i see his or him smoking on the balcony, i dont know - maybe...
its five and i feel like back in teenage years. so late home. so very empty.
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