Lesbian Stuff

Now I remember why boys like me:

Because I can dance.

In stiletto heels.

On a stage.

For hours.

Living in Midtown, I really don't take enough advantage of our celebrity-riddled clubs. Truth is, I'm not much of a club goer. I prefer bars with seating and waitresses to fetch my pints of beer, not lemon-drop shots while hovering over a sticky bar where my only thought is, God, it's kinda loud in here.

But N dragged me out to a hetero club the previous week, and as I danced (it's one of the few things I excel at) I felt the eyes on me. I didn't even have to look around to know that seven or eight men were checking me out. Me.

I thought I would get the same results at the lesbian club.

It's not that I was looking to get hit on by a member of the same team, but everyone wants to feel desirable. So when I danced and pulled out my usual moves that makes men drop their jaws, I was expecting a little something-something.

Wrong.

Nothing. I got nothing.

After awhile this Asian couple began dancing with us and the one girl kept making eyes at me. She was an excellent flirter. She would look at me, grin, and laugh while pulling up the bottom of her dress up at me. I'll have to remember that for future use (except the lifting of the skirt bit, that seems a little forward).

In the car I bragged to N, "Did you see that Asian girl? She wanted me."

"She's married with two kids. She escapes to this club every weekend where she hits on everybody."

Hmph.

I complained to N about not getting checked out.

"No, there were several girls checking you out while you were dancing." Z chimed in with her, noting the same thing. "It's just that girls are much more stealth at checking people out than boys."

Could that be it?

"We're more subtle. Think of it this way: you check out women every day."

"Er..."

"You do. You look at them to see how their hair is styled, or what cut they may have. You check them out for their clothing and shoes."

"True."

"Besides that, most men stare when they check people out. Obvious stares. Women, however, can glance once, maybe twice, and file it away." N checks me out for emphasis, "See, I have a snapshot of you right now, I don't need to look anymore."

Is this true, men? Do you find it hard to tell when you're being checked out?

Makes me glad I'm a girl. Er, a hetero girl. Not so sure I would be good at this lesbian stuff.