This is a totally true, cautionary tale for you ladies that frequent the downtown nightlife.
So I’ve been meaning to write on the different levels in which the vast majority of stupid, misogenistically-programmed men ruin it it for the rest of the halfway decent heterosexual males out there and I had a few ideas, but around a week ago I was given a prime example that not only prompted a bit of introspection, but left me with a few questions.
Around midnight or so I received an Uber request at a nightclub in Orlando called “Gilt”. This particular club was formerly known as “Roxy” and is one of the few major nightclubs that is not located in or around the downtown area of Orlando. (At least the only one that’s not an actual strip club.) It turns out I was passing nearby after another drop-off so I literally pull in to the parking lot within a minute of the ride request and pull to the side to await my riders. The club was not closed yet, so I expected it would be easy to spot the people waiting for their ride. I observe the valet and security staff talking to a couple of guys in the parking lot in front of me when one of the security guys points at me, prompting the two guys to turn around and head for my car – easy enough. The men – let’s call them Bob and Steve – confirm I’m their driver, exchange some pleasantries, and Bob gets in the front while Steve gets in the back. They ask me to head downtown towards Wall street. I know it well and we’re on our way.
Bob and Steve are well dressed, well groomed, relatively attractive men in their late twenties to early thirties. Bob is especially muscular and probably spends an above-average time in the gym, whereas Steve is not as obviously “swole” but still defined and in shape. It becomes obvious very quickly that Bob is an alpha – type A, outgoing, attention seeking and a strong personality while Steve is a / his follower (though not necessarily “weak” but less controlling in the dynamic of their friendship.) Steve is very likely also a strong personality among other groups that he runs with, but Bob is clearly running the show this night.
There’s a lot of typical talk about the club we came from and it quickly becomes apparent that these two are the all too common (read: shitty) men who by their discussion see women as objects meant solely for their pleasure. Apparently the crowd at Gilt that night had not impressed them and they were ready to use the remaining ninety minutes downtown to salvage the night. The highlight of this enlightened exchange is when the two start to go back and fourth regarding STDs (Sexually Transmitted Diseases.) Up until this point I had mostly tuned them out, but this particular section of their discussion was especially disturbing:
Bob: “The only STD I’m really concerned about getting is HIV you know? Obviously that’s the one nobody wants to get..”
Me: “I don’t know man… I mean that’s the worst, but any of them would suck and once you get Herpes there’s no cure for that either…”
Steve: “Yeah I was going to say you don’t want to end up with Herpes man… and a lot of people have that! You know, that’s just people who get cold sores and shit.”
Bob: “Oh I’m not worried about herpes, who cares about that? I’ve probably already got it anyway.”
Steve: “Dude you would know if you had it.”
Bob: “I know that, I figure if I’ve had open sores for a few days that probably means I have it.”
Bob: “That’s just what happens when you fuck these bitches downtown without a condom… that shit just happens man. But as long as it’s not HIV you’re not going to die or anything, so fuck it.”
Steve: “Yeah man, you should try to use a condom downtown.”
**Note: If I need to elaborate on the many, many things wrong with this dialog, it’s probably too late for you. What kills me though, is that this is not atypical for the kind of guys that frequent clubs downtown (I also realize there’s SOME good ones)… and it works… you ladies actually go for these guys or whatever persona they show you… mind blowing… regardless let me continue.
What followed was more or less them continuing to talk about the “action” downtown. Bob asked me how it looked down there that night and I responded that it was busy, but only average for the night, not overly packed. Then came the more interesting part:
Bob: I bet you see all kinds of action in here man! How often do you get blowjobs from the bitches you pick up?
Me: Actually I’ve heard those stories and I’ve seen some things, but never anything like that. Drivers try to avoid touching their riders in general… you know, liability and such. Besides, even if I had a rider that wanted to do something like that, think about the liability involved there. What if later on they decide they were drunk, regret it and decide to tell Uber they were harassed? Then, at the very least, this is no longer an option for making money.
Bob: Oh yeah man, you can’t trust drunk bitches… but what if they want you to come party?
Me: I’ve been invited along a few times, but honestly by that point, they’re pretty much done for the night anyway and I still need to work, so I haven’t taken anyone up on that yet. If I wanted to do something like that, I’d pretty much have to be done for the night so nothing that happened would have anything to do with Uber.
Bob: Tell you what, why don’t you park the car downtown and come out with us.
Me: I can’t man, I have to work. (And.. you’re essentially the LAST guy I would care to hang out with..)
Bob: How much you think you’ll make tonight?
Me: Probably around $200?
Bob: I got two bills right here for you. Come out, relax, I’ll buy drinks, then we’ll find some bitches at the club, go back to my place in 55 West and at the very least you’ll get your dick sucked.
Me: You’re serious? ( I should’ve given a higher number…)
Bob: Yeah man I got you, let’s have some fun.
From that point on I more or less avoided the question, and Steve regurgitated some of what Bob had said. When we finally reached the downtown area I pulled up to the corner of Orange Ave where they close it off to traffic. As I ended the fare, Bob was disappointed that I wasn’t going to go with them and the condescension was pretty obvious.
But as I drove off to gather my next fare I wondered if I had made a bad decision. Obviously, I had no intention of making decisions as bad as Bob and Steve undoubtably did, but at the same time I had passed up a story… and adventure… and honestly more money than I would make that night. Had I kept things on my terms and gone along with them, it might’ve been fun and maybe I would’ve met somebody worthwhile downtown. If things had gone south, it would’ve been a simple matter to break off and head home (possibly even via Uber had I been too drunk to drive myself.) Part of me wondered at what point did I lose my sense of adventure, of new things and new experiences?
I resolved that I didn’t know those men beyond that things they said that were nearly the opposite of how I view things. To be associated with them, and somewhat inebriated at the mercy of them downtown and especially at his place did not seem like a great idea. There was more potential for discomfort and possible disaster than there was anything promising and deep down I knew that.
Admittedly, it’s possible over the last year or so I’ve become a bit more introverted. We all grow and change and though I did have a great time at an EDM club in Seattle earlier this year, for the most part my days of weekly clubbing are long past me. It’s on my mind though… the fear of leading a boring life and not being open to new experiences. Frankly, at this point I don’t have the resources for such things anyway, but when I do, I’ll have to pay a bit more attention to finding my groove again… without any assistance from the Alpha Douchebag.
Adventure and disaster are very different things. Having an adventure should add something of value to your life experiences – even if disaster winds up being part (not all) of the experience. This sounds like all disaster start to finish and wise to avoid. Poor souls.
Eventually that was my conclusion too. 🙂 I think it’s important to be open to new experiences and even those with strangers so long as you can ensure your own well-being is maintained (within reason.)