I should point out that women by definition are incredibly attractive creatures. Women posses the curves and the symmetry of fine art. Men, well, we are not meant to be displayed and exhibited. The male form is not attractive; frankly, I would rather turn the lights way down when I shower. Guys, we just have more to offer in the heart and mind.
I’m sure most women agree with that.
As we left the show at the Rivira the girls tried to have us see the “Chippendales” dancers at the Rio but they had already had their last show. What a shame, or so I thought.
I should note, that when you leave a room full of women watching naked men and you find yourself in the backseat of a stretch limousine with five of these women things get quite interesting. Nothing dirty or anything but these girls were ready to get home and make their husbands happy. I started to contemplate my good fortune. When the Limo stopped, I crawled out to see that the girls had had enough and they took me to the “Olympic Gardens” as a peace offering.
I will admit that I spent a great deal of time sipping scotch and whiskey on this night, but what I can’t understand is how I forgot that the second floor of this favorite gentleman’s club offers an all-male revue.
So I ended up with a silver thong, wait, spandex, silver thong, stretch to its holding capacity rubbing against my cheek like a chinchilla looking to cuddle. I could not have been more uncomfortable. As for the ladies, they enjoyed watching me squirm but they later admitted that they really did not need the dancing guys all over them to have a good time.
My wife topped the evening off by having one of the male dancers come over and sit on my lap and try his best Australian accent’ “Goodday, mate?” It was a bad accent and his body was a bit too sweaty for my khakis.
So, if you find yourself walking around a casino and you see a group of women celebrating the fall of another sister to the rites of holy matrimony, know that women these days wear the pants, and they deserve to get out and have a little bit of fun, just as long as they don’t make you wear tiny, silver, thong underwear the next night.
