I was out on a Saturday night with my brother and some of his friends that I had just met for the first time since moving to Los Angeles and we ended up at a lesbian bar called the Truck Stop in Hollywood. One of my brother’s friends has a sister who works there and was able to get us in for free; so why not take advantage of that. I know what you are thinking, why would a group of mostly straight guys want to hit up a lesbian bar? Whatever, it doesn’t even matter because it was by far the most entertaining bar I have gone to in a long time. Gay or straight, most of the women there were hot and to top it off all the bar staff is half naked women who do a coyote ugly show on the bar. What was lacking however, which was a good thing, were those guy guys; what most people refer to as douche bags.
Anyways –I managed to get separated from the group while I was using the worst male restroom I have ever been in. Duh, I was at a bean bar so what should I have really expected? It was nice to never have a line to wait in but I have trouble peeing in a trough where any girl in line for the woman’s bathroom could get a good look at what probably only reinforces why they are lesbian in the first place.
After managing to pee, I went looking for my brother and his friends. I found my brother and one of his friends talking to this girl. I walk up and right away she looks at me and says you and me are going to go dance; I told her I don’t dance much; She says “okay, lets get a drink first”; we go to the bar and wait to get a drink when out of nowhere she says, “oh no this girl who was trying to pick me up is right behind us.” She then proceeds to make out with me in front of her. Talk about in the right place at the right time — jackpot, I thought to myself. She makes me give her my number and calls me right there to make sure I did. what ever she seemed nice enough.
We get our drinks and head to the dance floor. She grabs my hand and drags me a secluded part of the dance floor which was not secluded at all. I thought we were going to dance but instead she had other plans. she unbuckles my belt unzips my fly and puts her hand down my pants. She then pulls it out as a few lesbian look on in disgust or amazement, I’m not sure, I was pretty drunk. She then starts undoing her pants — she was trying to have sex with me right there on the dance floor. My “spirit” was willing but my brain said no way! I knew this girl for a matter of 20 mins and she already wanted me to do her — on the dance floor! Girls, this is why you shouldn’t give your girl friend Ecstasy and let her loose in a bar all alone.
I convinced her that we should wait to do that later and instead go get another drink. This time up at the bar she decides that is far to hot to be wearing a shirt and takes her top off. No one stops her, nobody seemed to care. I finally got her to put it back on and go back out to the dance floor. I don’t know why — again I was drunk. (I wonder where my brother and his friends were while this was going on?)
That time we just made out but she did keep repeating how bad she wants me inside her. Wow! This girl is great for a guy’s self esteem and confidence. —- Back at the bar and it’s last call so we get two waters ($8.00) because neither of us needed another drink. Out of nowhere she grabbed me by the shirt collar, looked me in the eye with a crazy grin and then ripped open my favorite shirt; every one of the buttons dropped to the ground. That was the last straw so we finally parted ways.
The bar closed, everyone was making their way outside and I finally saw my brother and his friends; me with my shirt torn up, drunk out of my mind and one funny story to tell. That night, I became automatically in with my brother’s friends and that’s all that really mattered. Good times, Good times indeed. I wonder if she will ever call?
