Well, the curious thing is I haven't been out since my trip to a sex club. I haven't wanted to. Sex clubs are like bargain basement clothing retailers.
Some people are always there, seeing if anything catches their eye.
Among these, some people always have to buy something and others always look but only occassionally buy. Some are like my friend Chris, who, metaphorically, likes to wear Armani suits and has a knack for knowing when there's going to be a shipment of Armani suits. He knows what an Armani suit looks like even if the label's cut out, and how to fix small stains and irregularities in his bargain-basement Armani suit. And me in a sex club is pretty much like me shopping as well. Then I go home pissed off.