i feel - dirty. i'm horrified on so many levels by last night's... i don't know, i can't think of a suitable description. it was the most sexless and pitiful place i have ever been in, where men go to throw money at girls to see them gyrating joylessly for a couple of minutes at a time.
i am no less revolted by that, and by the constant stream of girls trying desperately to give lap-dances and unsuccessfully small-talk than by my callous misbehaviour with a woman (friend of a friend) which got out of hand after the fifth round of tequila.
let's just say that her shag is not my best mate.
the entire evening brings bile to my throat. i really do feel dirty, and not-participating and knowing in advance what it's all about aren't relieving me of that place's foul, pathetic taint.