I’ve never lived the kind of life that gives people the perception that, they can push me aside and I try to treat people the same way. But people don’t always understand that.
When I show respect to some people, they think it’s because of who they are, but, it’s just my personal policy that I am a gentleman and not because of whatever assumptions they have.
I had a reason to think about this when I went to the club for the first time. Everyone knew all the songs and the ladies twerked to them. It was like if you didn’t make it to someone’s snapchat you were missing out of life. And I didn’t make it on anyone’s snapchat or in a conversation with anyone for that matter. I was alone in the club and this made me cold and think I wasn’t desired, just like the Igbo’s just before the Biafran war. I wasn’t desired.
I guess around two thirds of the people in the club couldn’t afford the drinks sold in the club, the cheapest drink was about 20k. There were people in the club that bought their own drinks, danced alone mostly but periodically with a random dude or girl. In my case being a guy some girls preferred to dance with the small boys, others with the big boys. I quickly discovered being a big boy in club is never about how you dress.
There were those ladies who would grind on you and now whisper in your ear “I want a dink” with the cheapest being 20k in this period of change, a man has to cut his coat according to his size. I quickly learned what the other guys with my coat size did was to just enjoy the dance while it lasted, pretending throughout not to hear you or they just slide away.
A lot of people myself included, honestly couldn’t afford the drinks which makes me wonder what we all we’re doing in there. In my defense curiosity was killing my cat.
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