Sugar pt 2

Ok, my last post may have depicted a bit of a glossed-over review of Sugar. It was fun, yeah. There was redbull, yeah. The DJ was actually decent, yeah. But.

I don't think I mentioned the atmosphere. I expected, and saw, a lot of sex. Not actual sex, but things that just scream "SEX!". I expected this because it's a nightclub. I'm sad that I saw it because it's an underage nightclub. And yes, underage includes ages 18-20, which is for all intents and purposes adult. What bothered me is that most of the girls in that place looked 16-17. No IDs were checked at the door (at least when I went in) so I think it's safe to presume some people that were 'too young' to be there got in.

Sugar features two cages. Girls get in the cages, and dance. Very sexy, right? You'd think so, until you realize that the girl in the cage is not only drunk (pre party anyone?) but you can see her underpants, because she's wearing a spandex mini dress. Leopard print, no less. And it's ridden up because she's grinding on her friend. Honestly, I was a little ashamed of my generation there. I know how to be sexy, and dancing in a cage with your hanes showing (they weren't sexy panties, they really were hanes. From the view I got, I have a pair just like them) is not sexy. That's skanky. Unless it's burlesque. But who does burlesque these days? Not 17 year old drunk girls, that's who.

The guys in the club were difficult to age. Guys of that age range can be difficult that way, since they're still sort of in between. Still, they did the typical guy thing and just stood around watching girls make complete sluts out of themselves. And before anyone thinks "But wait. You were there. And you were dancing. Surely, you must have been bumpin' and grindin' also!" I'll have to dissapoint you. I don't prefer to dance that way. I prefer to be more subtle. Because I have class.

I really wish more girls/women my age would realize that no guy wants a relationship with the girl that got drunk, danced in a cage, and flashed her panties. He doesn't want to date that girl. He just wants to have cheap sex with her. He probably won't even give her his real name. Because, sorry guys, that's how men are. Ladies, if you want a relationship, leave something to the imagination. Don't get piss-faced drunk at a club and expect to fall in love. It won't happen. Unless, of course, you're a Samantha at heart and all you're really after is sex. Then by all means, dance in the cage. You may want to wear nicer undies though. Try Cosabella. You may want to leave the alcohol out too. Either way. I mean, no guy wants to take a girl home only to have her throw up seven times in his toilet.

I'm far from a guru on relationships, my own being quite rocky, so I'll stop ranting there. My only grip is really that girls/women of my generation seem to think that the only way to catch a man's attention is by screaming sex into his face. Whatever happened to being intelligent, articulate, and witty? Whatever happened to being not sexy, but beautiful? Sorry, ranting again. It's getting late and I need to get to bed.