I finally did something that felt appropriately 21. My old friend Angela took me to a bikini bar and treated me to drinks, dinner, and dollar bills for tipping. Believe it or not, she practically had to drag me into that place. In the past, I’ve always stayed away from places like that because I assumed that I wouldn’t have any fun. Throwing money at bored, scantily clad women seemed overrated. But after finally having experienced it for myself, I have to admit that I underestimated the treachery of women in pursuit of your cash. Of course, some might argue that women are treacherous even when they’re not digging your pockets.
But it’s hard to lump all women into that misogynistic stereotype when you have friends like Angela. She’s been so good to me over the years. I was reminded tonight just how much better of a friend she’s always been to me than I’ve been to her. I’ve got nothing but love for that girl, and I owe her so much—especially after tonight. It may be cliche to say it, but I think it bears repeating. You really shouldn’t take your friends for granted.
So to recap, I had a whole lot more fun at an exotic dancing joint than I thought I ever would have, though I’m trying to play it cool by masking it with nonchalance and some old fashioned male posturing. Meanwhile, I’m paying a tribute to a friend who will probably never read this journal entry.
More will be said once I’ve organized my thoughts better. Try and guess what I’ll be dreaming about tonight. Go ahead, I dare you.