When I was a young man, my thoughts often drifted to, well, women. And my lack of success with them.
I wrote in this venue some time ago about a friend, Chip. A sleazy character, to be sure, but I was lacking in friends at the time. And needy. One of the reasons I became his friend was his success with women. The polite version was he was simply brazen.
And I wasn’t either.
He liked to portray himself as successful elsewhere, as well. Nice cars, clothes. The appearance of money. Even if he didn’t have any. Toward that end, he joined The Playboy Club.
Something I could never afford. I could barely afford the magazine – not that I ever bought any…
But, The Playboy Club was a pretty neat place. Women in sexy Bunny costumes serving you drinks and food. Pretty good food, as I recall. And live entertainment. Not generally sleazy, but burlesque.
And we always dressed as if we belonged there. As businessmen. (The membership allowed guests!) And we got to know a couple of the Bunnies. (“D.J. – where are you?”, he said longingly.)
I remember one time when Chip invited 10 or 12 of his co-workers there to celebrate a mutual friend’s birthday at the club. Then left the bill with the birthday boy! Come to think of it, that may have been the last time we darkened their door…
But, it was a different time, at the height of the sexual revolution (the late 70s), with most women not yet feminists. Now, the clubs have closed, and Hefner just sold his mansion. Even the magazine stopped publishing nudes last December!
Guess the Internet changed many things.
(D.J., seriously. Call me…)
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