There are some things I’ve done in my life that I swore I’d never do. 
Not bad things (well, maybe some bad)
, just things that for whatever reason I didn’t think I’d do at that particular point in my life or at ANY point in my life actually.
Quite a few years ago, hubby, I and two of his friends went out to eat one night. When we left our house, it was just with intentions of going out getting pizza and having a few beers. Long story short, we went out to eat then ended up at this sports bar type of place. We just wanted to drink a few beers then head home. Well for whatever reason, they wouldn’t serve me beer, even with my ID shown to them. After a few minutes of trying to find out why they wouldn’t serve me and a few choice words from me, we left. 
I’m driving down the road, ranting and raving about the whole damn beer thing not really paying attention to where I’m going. We pass the road we should’ve turned on to head home. Hubby speaks up and suggests that we go to this strip club down the road. I look at him like he’s lost his mind. 
After some convincing on his part we roll up in this strip club. It was a very small place with only a few tables and of course the counter around the stage. I’m curious by nature so I’m looking around checking everything out because I’ve never been to a place like this before. It’s all new to me. Yes, I was checking out the dancers too. 
Had to see what all the hype is about you know. 
Anyway, when I first walked in, I was pretty uncomfortable because other than the women working there, I was the only other woman. 
After about 10 minutes it was nothing to it though. It felt like any other bar but with women on stage. 
The bar around the stage puts the dancers at eye level. Men, you know what I mean if you’ve ever been into a strip club. Women, that translates into dancers asses and other parts in the men’s faces. Well my husband sits at the stage bar and turns to me and wants me to join him. WTF? I tell him, “No thanks. I’ll stay right where I am.” After the dancer had been dancing for a few minutes, he turns to me again and asks me to sit beside him. I once again decline. He asks again. I’ve already said “No” twice so I was a little irritated that he kept asking me to sit with him. I leaned across the walkway and said to him, “If I wanted pussy in my face, I’d go home and bend over in the mirror and get a good view of my own.” I said it a little louder than intended and got a few odd looks and some chuckles from the people around us.Needless to say, hubby didn’t ask me to sit beside him anymore. Come to think of it, he hasn’t asked me to go back since. Hmm….
Oh well….That was my strip club adventure that I thought I’d never do. Probably will never go again but I can say I’ve been there and done it.
Hubby used to constantly ask me to go hunting with him. Every time he’d ask, I’d refuse to go. It wasn’t something I was interested in doing AT ALL. He kept saying, “You’ll have fun”. I kept saying, “I doubt it, I don’t want to go, leave me alone.” Like I said before, I’m curious by nature so I thought, “What the hell, why not try it?”
I went squirrel hunting with him. Now, I couldn’t have shot the poor squirrel if I had to but I went out there to see why he liked doing this shit so much. Needless to say, I still don’t get it.
I was cold, hungry and I fell asleep against a tree. 
That was the end of my hunting career.
When I was younger, I never would’ve thought that getting muddy on 4-wheelers would be fun. Mud…..YUK….but I have since found out that it’s a blast to get low, down, funky muddy. Sometimes, the muddier the better. It’s a bitch to clean up but it’s soooo much fun. 
We have a pool table in what we call the ‘shed’ or ‘tavern’, which is a big building that once was a small wooden shed but has been added onto and this is where we have all of our parties and the neighborhood hangs out in. This is only heated by a woodstove and there is no A/C in the summertime.
Anyway, hubby and I usually make silly bets on our pool games. Whichever one loses, has to do something the other wants them to do. Once I lost and had to play the next game in my bra and panties.
This was during early fall and there was no fire in the stove so me running around in my bra and panties was not a wise thing to do at that time of year. I froze my ass….and other parts off. One other time, we wagered that who ever lost, had to dance (strip) on the pool table for the other. 
Yep..You guessed it. I LOST!
Being a woman of my word. I danced for him on the pool table AFTER I made him cover all the windows with something so no one could see in if they happened to pull in our driveway. A word to the wise….I DO NOT recommend having sex on a pool table. It’s rough on some body parts….especially after a certain age.
So I’m not one without adventure. I am willing to try new things.
Which brings me to my latest adventure.
This Friday, some friends (all female) of ours are going out. It’s about 6 or 8 of them and they do this every year when they all come to town. They have asked me to go every year for the past 5 or 6 years and I always turn them down. It’s not the going out that I turn down; it’s the fact that they are going to a gay club.
The majority of the girls going are either lesbians or Bi. I don’t have a problem with this at all (other than a few of them can get a little carried away with PDA’s). But that’s MY opinion. I wouldn’t be the only straight person in our group going. There’s a couple of us that are straight. Or at least I think they are. Never know. Anyway, I’ve not gone in the past because…Damn, I really don’t know why. The unknown I suppose. Not sure what to expect. Not sure if I’d enjoy it. All those questions that form in a person’s mind when they are faced with something new.
Sometimes you’ve just got to say “Fuck It” and go for it. Live life a little. Do shit outside of the box. Experience new things. I mean new things WITHIN REASON (I won’t even touch the whole ‘try new sexual experiences’ thing). I’m still reeling from the pool table deal. 
Anyway, I think I’m going to go.
Curiosity killed the cat!! One thing for sure….I will never know until I check it out!!
"We’ll look at it later and figure out what’s what."
