I fear naked men

So somehow or another, I got roped in to attending the bachelorette party of a future daughter-in-law of a relative of a friend by proxy. Basically, someone I've never met, and will probably never see again. Fortunately, several people I socialize with these days got roped in (or volunteered) for this event as well.

The evening consisted of margaritas and Mexican food, followed by a 9 p.m. reservation at Houston's finest (and probably only) male strip joint.

Needless to say, I was a little uneasy. Upon entering the place, a scantily clad man came up to me and said, "Hi, I'm Aidan. Are you having fun?" I responded, "Hi, I'm Flipside. I like girls now."

I was terrified. Grossed out, and terrified. Seriously grossed out. I don't know if it was the men, or the stripper thing, or just the fact that they were simply greasy-ed up men in cowboy boots and thongs with things like "Git 'er Done" emblazoned on the back... but I spent the evening eagerly anticipating my departure.

So I sat and I drank my salty dogs as many of my companions teased the strippers with neatly folded singles, and every time a greased up hardbody came near me, one of the first things out of my mouth was, "I like girls now!"

Honestly, in retrospect, it was kind of a cop out. I don't fear all men. I don't like all girls. I'm just a little icked out by greasy men.

Either way, I still couldn't wait to shower when I got home.