Furys is a nice club in Oldenburg, newly opened I think, with a DJ that has good taste in music, good lighting stuff, a great atmosphere, and not too much smoke. And it was packed. It was getting a bit late, and thus it was slowly turning into something of a sausage fest, but it was clear to see that most of the chicks who went there were dressed up to their nines and trying to look their best.
Amidst all of this chaos, a rather normal looking German girl came and sat next to me. Her friend tried to talk to her, but she just stared off into the distance. Her friend danced around in front of her, but still she remained still and stared resolutely ahead. Finally, she broke her silence. She began to talk with her friend agitatedly. Within a minute, she was crying, and her hands went to her eyes to wipe away the tears. I fumbled around trying to find my pocket, which I knew always had a piece of tissue paper in it, but when I could feel it in my hand, her friend had already whisked her away to someplace more private where she could cry more freely.
Evidently, not only are there sluts in clubs, but assholes too.
I believe clubs are a distinctly Western thing, born out of their rather laissez faire attitudes to relationships. I can never bring myself to get acquainted with a girl in a club. If she’s friendly and open, she’s probably a slut looking for a one night stand (god knows there are so many of them). If she’s closed and rejects me… I lose anyway! Somehow clubs are being advertised as a glamorous venue for guys and girls to meet each other (and hook up), but it is never the case. The amount of people filling the clubs each night makes me sigh at their gullibility. Look at casinos. Real life ones. Always dark, smelly with cigarette smoke, and filled with losers going broke trying for that “one last time”. Clubs are dark too, so the ugliest of bitches can have a chance if she puts on enough makeup. Stinky with cigarette smoke, check. Customers: groups of girls all dressed up looking for attention, and groups of boys looking for easy women to fuck. Loud, so loud that you can’t have a decent conversation without ripping your vocal cords apart. The only good thing about that is that you get to go up and close to their ears and neck, and boy they smell good. I hear some people saying “to dance to the music”. Really? I haven’t seen a single person in a club who can dance. They just stand around shuffling like zombies.
If I had a hot girlfriend (otherwise, why have a girlfriend at all?), I would not bring her to the club with me, plus I would try to dissuade her from going to one. Reason 1: tons of guys would hit on her, either in front of me or behind my back. In front of me, they’re openly insulting my girlfriend by assuming she’s easy pussy, even when she’s obviously taken. Behind my back, I’d have to trust her. And I haven’t really met a girl who’s that trustworthy. Not even my ex, God bless her soul. 2: If we do anything together they’ll all look at us and I will feel like I’m showing off. And showing off is really immature. A girlfriend, by definition, is a companion, not a showpiece that you strut around. Sure it feels good. But on a not so subtle level, what you’re doing is using her. And that’s no good to anybody.
I seriously doubt that you can find a quality woman in a club. Either she’s hungry for attention and ego stroking (and let’s not get started on the despicable and common practice of flirting with other men behind their boyfriends’ backs), or she’s looking for some one night dick. No, the best place to meet women is outside of a club, where if she’s really beautiful, you’ll see it, not because it’s dark and she’s all dressed up – and if she is friendly with you, there’s a higher probability that she actually does like you and wants to get to know you better, not just because she’s in a club with her friends and her boyfriend’s at home (I also despise this sort of behaviour. I would never flirt with anyone behind my partner’s back in a relationship).
And have you noticed, couples rarely go to clubs? They’d much rather stay at home and have a wonderful time with each other in bed. I think that’s the final indicator that clubs are for immature and lonely people. I’ve been to them several times over the past few years, and I just can’t ever seem to get used to them. This probably means I should really stop trying, because I’ve understood the truth about clubs.





















