Somewhere in Dubai…

exists a club.  I won’t write down the name.  I’ll just call it, er, the “Parking Lot”

I went to the “Parking Lot” with a friend of mine.  We were on a mission to get drunk and lose ourselves on the dancefloor.   Three bullfrogs later we were happily jumping up and down in front of the dj with wild abandon.

Now.  The “Parking Lot” contains a healthy mix of different people.  It’s not always full but the music is always hard house music which i really like.  Plus the resident dj’s are good.

But of course, more importantly, there are gay guys there.

I didn’t go there to meet someone.  But I ended up being the target of three guys.  One who kept on shoving his hands down my pants, one who just sorta danced shyly out of reach the entire time, and one who kept on trying to convince me to go to his car (and had b.o. by the way).  I didn’t leave my friend behind of course.  I always kept my eye on her and stayed with her so she wouldn’t feel like I abandoned her.  To separate us, they ended up dancing with her (yes, the three eventually sort of conspired) but I never left her alone.  I’d give an appreciative squeeze to whoever it was, smile, then return to her side.  Repeat 10 times.

And so they gave up eventually.  Hey!  I’ll dance and stuff but I didn’t come to get laid.  In fact I go clubbing just so I can be with friends and dance like a crazy fool.

At one point a bouncer interrupted our “friendly” dancing and warned us gruffly not to get too friendly.  Being a veteran club freak in the past with lots of bouncer encounters, I held my hands up, looked at the huge hulking mass of the bouncer in the eyes innocently, and laughed guiltily. (later we shook hands as me and my friend exited the club).  So I was safe.  Lover boy though completely disappeared (probably got terrified and left the bar).

My friend had a good time by the way.  She was extremely happy that she didn’t have to fight off horny straight guys or swat hands away from her.  She’s very pretty so she gets a lot of attention.  Had we been somewhere else, she’d get the “swarm.”

Hm.  Must have been the shirt I was wearing.  But moral of the story.  If you go out clubbing and the bouncer or the authorities catch you getting really friendly with another man.  Hold your hands up, smile stupidly, and try to act cute.   Good luck.