clubs.

by club, i mean nightclub.

they're all the same really. there are too many people, and with no room to barely walk, being so suffocatingly close to everyone else is entirely impersonal.

women dress as provocatively as possible in hopes of attracting male attention, in turn having $12 drinks purchased for them. men buy drinks for women to secure conversation, their hope being a domino effect will ensue, and the product of their endeavors being a fun-filled night of drunken sex (& it's likely that both parties will barely remember).

the music is generally Billboard's most recent top 10, playing gold-chained rappers that love "poppin' bottles". dancing to this music, in a club, is nothing more than sweaty gyration as a means of mutual masturbation.

clubs are meat-markets, and the whole experience is oversexed.

give me a dive bar any day.