I don’t even remember his name, so let’s call him Rob. Rob was American and in Berlin for business. As I use to say, handsome people don’t live in Berlin. We met in one of my favorite craft beer bars and because it’s not only my favorite place, I ran into my Berlin Bestie. Rob wasn’t even close to being on time, so I had a good time with my friend and his friends that could and should have been continued but then he showed up and passed me without noticing.
My worst date
I got upset and told him „you don’t seem to want to learn anything from your dates though.“
We got some beers and sat in a booth. He started talking about him and talked about him and uhm him. He was marketing manager for one of the US big 5 companies, so of course, he thought highly of himself. He didn’t even ask what I do and just kept explaining to me the marketing world, not letting me speak for a minute. I was so turned off. But he said, „it is so important to connect with people as you can learn so much from everyone“. I got upset and told him „you don’t seem to want to learn anything from your dates though.“ He was confused, said, he asked me one question already and kept talking. When he was about to go to the toilet, he got on my side of the booth in the most off-putting way and said „but first I get me my kiss“. I refused. I was bored and annoyed but also he kept the beers and whiskeys coming and I got quite drunk. So far it sounded like he was my worst date. But that should change soon.
Sneaking out
As he was getting new drinks at the bar I took my chance and sneaked out to my Berlin Bestie. I told him that it wasn’t going well. But my people-pleasing ass mixed with alcohol can’t just end the date. He found me and said he thought I was gone. One of my BB’s friends was also quite drunk already. She was from India and in Berlin to visit and when she’s in Europe, she likes to go a bit crazier. So she said she wants to see naked women dance. So the idea was born to go to a strip club.
To the strip club
We just googled one and ended up in a place that I passed sometimes on my way to lunch. My coworkers always joked about it to get dessert there. We were a group of maybe 7 people, entering that place and got all the stares. It was a comfortable-looking bar but the stares were quite uncomfortable. There was a pole but nobody was dancing. We clearly were at the wrong place but we ordered drinks just not to embarrass ourselves. What we did anyways and paid like way too much for our drinks and left again.
To the second strip club
Luckily, the next strip club was just around the corner. A place I passed every day on my way to work. Big spender Rob was so nice to pay the entry fee for all of us – in the meantime only 5 people and cashed in a 50 Euro bill to get those fake dollars for the strippers. I have been to strip bars before but have never been that amazed by a bar. The atmosphere was super cozy and nice, the interior was shiny white and clean and the girls were super nice to us, especially us girls (the 2 left). In general, the girls were way too skinny for my personal taste but still hot, I just wished to see more meat.
The advantage of being a woman
The Indian girl started talking to one of the girls who was so sweet and gorgeous, sitting there in her transparent negligé. I was so hyped and probably also by the alcohol that I started flirting with some of the girls. I allowed myself to touch them, which is sure not allowed by men and I started listing it as one of the few advantages of being a woman.
Can I kiss you?
I asked to kiss one stripper. She had black hair, bangs, and gorgeous cheekbones and was a bit goth. She said, „No, but I have something else for you“. She kissed and bit my neck, which was hot as hell.
Rob was super turned on by me having so much fun with the girls, even though I almost ignored him completely. He gave me the „financial control“ with all the fake dollars and I kept it in my cleavage and distributed it to the girls. The Indian girl left with her husband soon, she had her exciting Berlin experience.
His worst date
That left me with Rob and my Berlin Bestie. I didn’t get that my BB felt like the third wheel with us, even though he knew already that I am not into my date. Rob kept trying to get my attention and it felt a bit like a peacock puffing up. A behavior I hate. And there I noticed his insecurity. He doesn’t seem to be used to being ignored. I was asking Rob if he’s not amazed by the beauty in this room and he kept saying, he has only eyes for me and I am the only one who he would like to take home. Well, I was also the only one he actually COULD take home.
I asked the stripper on our table what she thinks is my and Rob’s status. She said she thought we were dating for a while already and just like to have fun. And quite surprised when I told her that this was our first (and last) date.
Left out
When she came back I told her it felt like she was dancing only for me. She replied, „I actually did“.
When my BB left, I kept talking to the stripper on our table. I was wondering if she was only nice because we paid for her drinks (that are quite expensive though). Everything seemed like a normal flirty chat, except she didn’t want to tell me her real name. But I also asked to kiss her and she let me. Then it was her turn on the pole again and she kept looking at me the whole time. I was thrilled. When she came back I told her it felt like she was dancing only for me. She replied, „I actually did“. It still doesn’t sound like I was someone’s worst date? Well, Rob tried so hard to not look at the strippers and still tried to get me to go home with him. For whatever reason, I got to his hotel room with him knowing, that nothing would happen and I would leave again. We got into an argument because I felt obligated to tell him all the reasons why this isn’t going anywhere. He called it „cultural differences“. I used his toilet and left.
