Creepers be Creepin'

New York has some of the most tenacious creepers I have ever met. Just when you think all the guys near Greenwich village are gay, these guys come crawling out of the woodwork to make the club a sausage fest and dancing impossible.

After listening to the storyteller, I came home, wrote a blog post (as you can tell), and got ready for the night's second event - going to the club.

Ava had told me of a club not far away from where we live, up on 11th street. I felt good, I felt pretty, and I strutted down the street to meet my destiny. The late night bookstore wasn't even able to distract me for more than ten minutes. I was a woman on a mission.

But when I saw the entrance teaming with people, blocking the sidewalk, I was a little unnerved. As I backed up to abort my plan, I heard a smooth New York accent from the exit of the club, the kind you hear in gangster movies.

More later. I'm too tired. Stay tuned.