Are Clubs Worth It?

doandroidsdance.com 

Before I went to a club for the first time, I always pictured it as being sweaty, nasty, and desperate. Which is why, when my friends picked me up for a "girl's night" and said we were going to a club, I almost jumped out of the car.
I was nervous but weirdly looking forward to it. I wasn't expecting it, so I was just wearing jeans and a flowery top that doubled as a dress. My flip flops weren't helping me either. My friends thought it would be fun to go to a gay club, "so we won't worry about some creepy guy coming up to us" is what my friends said. Like being hit on by some creep is the worst thing that could happen at a club. "Sassy's" is the only gay club in town, so we pulled up to the seemingly empty parking lot and waited. Waited for more people to pull in to the drive way, waited for our guy friend to get out of the car to see if it was open, waited for our nerves to dissipate.
Of course, creepy people are everywhere and the only other car to pull up was a white van that yelled, "abduction." No one got out of the van, but we didn't feel it was our place to judge that. I mean, we were sitting in our car at night, with no one getting out, in a not-so-good neighborhood. After a while, however, someone got out of the white van. A man in his mid to late 50's, white or Hispanic with light skin, black hair, medium height. I made sure to remember that as he walked over to my side of the window and knocked on it.
Despite my better judgment, I rolled the window down just a bit and waited for him to say something.
"Why are you flashing your lights?" he asked. We weren't.
He looked in the car, saw the only guy sitting in the back, eyeing him like he was ready for a fight. The guy backed away and went back to his van, pulling away. We all let out the breath we were holding in, and started laughing.
We finally made our way inside the club, paid the $5 fee, and had our hands stamped. We spent the rest of the night dancing on the small dance floor and watching two of my friends get hit on by the same guy, despite being in a gay club. Overall, going to a club for the first time was a pretty interesting experience that I wouldn't undue, but I wouldn't make a habit of it.