For those of us who are not into a physical expression of our appreciation of repetitive rhythmic "music" the only real reason for going to a club is being "on the pull". As a young man that was certainly my reason, so now going as a middle aged woman was going to be, errm interesting. At first I was a little resistant to the idea but my friends Patricia and Rachel talked me into it, and then of course the planning had to start.
What should I wear? do I go for sexy, slutty or safe mumsy? How do we get there? and home? How much am I prepared to spend? can I dance? (this may seem like a silly question but the other day I saw a post from a girl whose male self never danced, but the girl loves to dance), and slightly frightening what do I do if I get chatted up? With all my planning and preparation the one thing I didn't anticipate was how much time it would all take up.
|Old photo from when I kept my hair in a bag!|