Originally Posted by
Dan Druff
Going to totally hijack this thread, because this story reminds me of something.
I had always wondered how hard-line clubs were regarding the cover charge. Like, was it possible to ever set foot in one without paying, regardless of your story?
I found this out in 2001 when Master Scalir dropped his keys in my car when I dropped him off (and didn't realize it), and didn't get a hold of me about the matter until I was 30 miles away. He couldn't get into his front door, but was able to sleep that night by climbing in through the window or something. Anyway, he wanted me to drive back and bring them to him. I was too tired that night to go 60 miles round trip, but I told him I would bring it the next day.
Well, the next day he told me he was going to a nightclub in Santa Monica (I don't remember which one), and to meet him there with the keys. We were supposed to meet outside the club, but then he called me that a big line was forming, and that he couldn't wait for me or otherwise he would be on line for hours. Instead, he told me to meet him IN the club (remember, he had no cell phone) and give him the keys. He promised to foot the $10 cover charge for me to get in. I said okay.
With there now being no rush to get down there, I waited a few hours. I arrived there about 11:30pm.
Rather than force Master Scalir to pay me $10 just to get in there, leave him the keys, and go home, I went up to the bouncer and said this:
"Hey, my friend is in there, and he dropped his keys in my car (I showed the keys). Can I just quickly run in and give these to him?"
The bouncer sat there for a second, wondering if I was rolling him. He surprisingly said, "Okay, go ahead."
I went in for free, and told Ken he didn't owe the $10.
I was about to leave, when Ken pointed out a woman that one of his friends dated a few months back. I didn't like this particular friend of his, and was curious who would have dated the guy. I went up to the woman and struck up a conversation, pretending not to know her ex. We actually ended up talking awhile, and got along a lot better than I expected. I was 29 at the time, she was 36. I am normally not into older women, but just went with it. As the next hour or so wore on, I started getting concerned that the bouncer would still see me in there and get really pissed that I didn't pay, but I also didn't want to interrupt the momentum of what was happening. By the time I could have ducked out to pay the $10, I felt it had already been too long and they were going to be pissed anyway, even if I volunteered to pay.
We left the club at about 12:30 or so. Ken stayed behind, obviously. We went and hung around the Santa Monica Pier area, messed around there and in my car, and the night seemed to be going pretty well. She was really petite -- like 5'2" and 110 pounds, and was good looking for 36. She was really into me, from what I could tell, at one point remarking that she really liked how I was so much taller than her.
After a few hours, I drove her back to her car, and we went our separate ways. She lived in the valley, very close to Ken. She gave me her number. I saw her a few days later, and we went to dinner near her. Everything was going great, we went back to her place, and things were progressing to where it was clear we were going to be having sex. She was completely naked, and I hadn't taken off my pants yet, but I was about to. All of a sudden she started crying. And when I say crying, I mean CRYING. Like uncontrollably, with tears streaming down her face. This was no act, unless she was an Oscar-winning actress. I kept asking what was wrong, and all she could get out between her bawling was, "It's not about you, it's not about you..."
I tried to stay patient through this for about 15 minutes, though honestly I couldn't see us restoring the mood of evening after this. The crying finally stopped, but she suddenly got really cold and distant.
I decided I wanted no further part of this, and got the fuck out of Dodge.
Never called her again. Ken later told me that his friend dumped her because she was "totally crazy", though that probably wouldn't have deterred me had I known earlier, as his friend was a piece of shit himself, so his word wasn't reliable.
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