Ceera
05-31-2015, 08:31 AM
A strange thing happened to me last night. I got asked for my number by a stranger, while I was leaving a nightclub - but it seemed the guy had just arrived.
Saturday night (yesterday) I got all dressed up, in an outfit with a new knee-length skirt, and went to my favorite gay nightclub. I had a fairly fun time of it. Walked around and people watched, but didn't see anyone I really wanted to approach. No one seemed particularly interested in me. I had several drinks, danced by myself in a group of people on the dance floor twice, and got asked to dance by a (presumably lesbian) lady once, though she didn't really talk or interact much while we did one dance together, aside from asking me and thanking me after.
The only problem I had all night was that I had tried using a new 'cleavage creator', which certainly did enhance things, but it was binding quite uncomfortably under my arms after 2 hours, and I had to go to the ladies' room and duck into a stall to remove it and readjust my attire. No problems using the girls' side, and I even heard a few male voices in there and saw one definite guy in heels and a minkskirt but a normal male shirt and haircut and no makeup. I guess it's definite that anyone can use the girls' room there!
Then the drag show started and I stood on the edge of the dance floor and interacted a bit with the performers. The whole night I hadn't really engaged anyone in a conversation beyond greeting a few regulars that I know, and I hadn't been flirting or anything - other than giving the drag queens a peck on the cheek when I tipped them for their performances. One younger woman spoke to me during the show, asked if I watched shows on Amazon Prime, and told me 'You look just like a girl on' a TV show that she followed there. Apparently she liked that show, but I had never heard of it. I thanked her but said I didn't know the show. She then pointed out to a female friend of hers how much I resembled that girl in her show.
A little after midnight, before the drag show ended, I was tired and my wig, which is a bit too tight, was bothering me. So I decided to call it a night. I walked out of the club and back to my car, in the club's lot. Just after I got into my car, another car pulled into an empty space to my left, and two spaces to my right a pickup truck was pulling into another empty spot. I waited for the closer car to straighten out and pull in, and visually checked to make sure the pickup truck wasn't still adjusting his position. He wasn't properly parked yet but wasn't moving backwards or presenting a problem for me leaving.The driver of the pickup, a 20-something Hispanic male who was kind of cute, smiled and waved at me, which I took as an acknowledgement that he saw me and realized I was backing out. I gave him a quick hand wave to acknowledge that I had seen him.
I pulled out, drove through the lot, going around the club so I didn't have to block the pickup truck's completion of his parking, and drove past a restaurant that lies between the club and the freeway access road. The driveway there is wide enough for two cars to leave at once, but usually the only time someone who is leaving will use the position to the left of where I was would be if they wanted to quickly cross the access road to enter the freeway on-ramp. As I was waiting for traffic at the access road, that same pickup truck pulls up on my left, and the driver tried to get my attention. I rolled down my window, and the guy wanted 'a phone number he could contact me at'!
I didn't recall seeing him inside the club, and I definitely hadn't spoken to him or done anything that could have been considered flirting with him. So I just told him, 'Come back here on a Saturday night', figuring that if he wanted to hook up next time, he could make the effort to chat with me and maybe buy me a drink before I decided if I should give him my number. He said he was visiting from California and asked again for my number. I just told him 'Sorry, no', rolled up my window and left. While I do have a 'safe' number that I can give out for people who want to contact Ceera, I'm not giving it to a random stranger who hasn't engaged me in a proper conversation.
So, it was kind of a nice complement that he was attracted and wanted to hook up, but why would someone from out of state who hadn't even spoken to me want my number, as I was leaving? I mean, if he really was from California and couldn't come back next Saturday, why ask for a number from a girl in Texas? That was kind of creepy. If he approached me in the club as I was leaving, or even on foot in the parking lot, I might have assumed he had seen me in the club and I just hadn't noticed him. But I was pretty sure he had just arrived as I was leaving.
Thinking back, I also kind of wonder if he even realized I was a CD, and not a genetic girl. He only saw me from a distance, while we were both seated in our cars. So even when we chatted as he tried to get my number, he wouldn't have many tells to go buy, since my female voice is pretty good.
Saturday night (yesterday) I got all dressed up, in an outfit with a new knee-length skirt, and went to my favorite gay nightclub. I had a fairly fun time of it. Walked around and people watched, but didn't see anyone I really wanted to approach. No one seemed particularly interested in me. I had several drinks, danced by myself in a group of people on the dance floor twice, and got asked to dance by a (presumably lesbian) lady once, though she didn't really talk or interact much while we did one dance together, aside from asking me and thanking me after.
The only problem I had all night was that I had tried using a new 'cleavage creator', which certainly did enhance things, but it was binding quite uncomfortably under my arms after 2 hours, and I had to go to the ladies' room and duck into a stall to remove it and readjust my attire. No problems using the girls' side, and I even heard a few male voices in there and saw one definite guy in heels and a minkskirt but a normal male shirt and haircut and no makeup. I guess it's definite that anyone can use the girls' room there!
Then the drag show started and I stood on the edge of the dance floor and interacted a bit with the performers. The whole night I hadn't really engaged anyone in a conversation beyond greeting a few regulars that I know, and I hadn't been flirting or anything - other than giving the drag queens a peck on the cheek when I tipped them for their performances. One younger woman spoke to me during the show, asked if I watched shows on Amazon Prime, and told me 'You look just like a girl on' a TV show that she followed there. Apparently she liked that show, but I had never heard of it. I thanked her but said I didn't know the show. She then pointed out to a female friend of hers how much I resembled that girl in her show.
A little after midnight, before the drag show ended, I was tired and my wig, which is a bit too tight, was bothering me. So I decided to call it a night. I walked out of the club and back to my car, in the club's lot. Just after I got into my car, another car pulled into an empty space to my left, and two spaces to my right a pickup truck was pulling into another empty spot. I waited for the closer car to straighten out and pull in, and visually checked to make sure the pickup truck wasn't still adjusting his position. He wasn't properly parked yet but wasn't moving backwards or presenting a problem for me leaving.The driver of the pickup, a 20-something Hispanic male who was kind of cute, smiled and waved at me, which I took as an acknowledgement that he saw me and realized I was backing out. I gave him a quick hand wave to acknowledge that I had seen him.
I pulled out, drove through the lot, going around the club so I didn't have to block the pickup truck's completion of his parking, and drove past a restaurant that lies between the club and the freeway access road. The driveway there is wide enough for two cars to leave at once, but usually the only time someone who is leaving will use the position to the left of where I was would be if they wanted to quickly cross the access road to enter the freeway on-ramp. As I was waiting for traffic at the access road, that same pickup truck pulls up on my left, and the driver tried to get my attention. I rolled down my window, and the guy wanted 'a phone number he could contact me at'!
I didn't recall seeing him inside the club, and I definitely hadn't spoken to him or done anything that could have been considered flirting with him. So I just told him, 'Come back here on a Saturday night', figuring that if he wanted to hook up next time, he could make the effort to chat with me and maybe buy me a drink before I decided if I should give him my number. He said he was visiting from California and asked again for my number. I just told him 'Sorry, no', rolled up my window and left. While I do have a 'safe' number that I can give out for people who want to contact Ceera, I'm not giving it to a random stranger who hasn't engaged me in a proper conversation.
So, it was kind of a nice complement that he was attracted and wanted to hook up, but why would someone from out of state who hadn't even spoken to me want my number, as I was leaving? I mean, if he really was from California and couldn't come back next Saturday, why ask for a number from a girl in Texas? That was kind of creepy. If he approached me in the club as I was leaving, or even on foot in the parking lot, I might have assumed he had seen me in the club and I just hadn't noticed him. But I was pretty sure he had just arrived as I was leaving.
Thinking back, I also kind of wonder if he even realized I was a CD, and not a genetic girl. He only saw me from a distance, while we were both seated in our cars. So even when we chatted as he tried to get my number, he wouldn't have many tells to go buy, since my female voice is pretty good.