Sexual Barriers…

Sexual Barriers…

29 June, 2007 | 5.09PM

• Section: Music News Topics: Industry Girl Blog
• Written by: Industry Girl

Summer.  Clubs are busier. Music gets better. Skirts are shorter.  Guys are leaner.  There’s really not anything bad to say about summer except the fact that clubs have a tendency of getting so hot that it ends up being a sauna. People are quite literally dripping on each other and the task of getting from one side of a busy hot club to the other in such conditions can leave you drenched with questionable perspiration and is grounds for an immediate shower. 

It was hotter than a nice day in hell yesterday and as I was getting ready to go out to the club for Rabbit in the Moon with my friend, Milla, I noticed that she was putting on some long jeans and a sleeved top.  She might as well put on sweatpants and a hoodie.

Industry Girl: It’s going to be hotter than the sun at the club.  You can borrow a skirt and a tank top if you’d like.  Aren’t you meeting your boy toy, Jake, at the club?  You’re going to have to do better than that. 
Milla: No, I’m ok. 

Milla: Ok – well, it’s deeper than that.  Jake is super cute and fun.  We’ve been on a few dates but…. We haven’t had sex yet. 
Industry Girl: So what?  Do you want to?  Are you having performance anxiety?
Milla: No, it’s not that, it’s just that I’m trying not to sleep with every guy I date right off the bat.  The problem is that I want to but I’m trying desperately to make this a relationship not all about sex.
Industry Girl: Born again virgin?
Milla: Shut up.
Industry Girl: So what’s that got to do with the nun uniform?
Milla: Until I’m ready to sleep with him, I’m not shaving.

Ok.  A little explanation, you ask?  I suppose women over the ages have developed a cutting edge technological breakthrough to suppress their carnal tendencies for animal sex.  The solution.  Unshaven legs and underarms. It’s a psychological trap that prohibits a woman to engage in sex since she strongly believes that her partner would cringe in disgust if they saw that she had a man’s legs and underarms.  Outcome?  No sex.  She would not succumb to her own desires and stay sex and possibly trouble free.  With that in mind, Milla clearly could not share with the public her private dilemma, hence the long jeans and sleeved shirt.

I am unaware if men have these weird ‘sex barriers’ (if there’s such a thing for men) and if so, what the hell are they?  Boys?  Care to divulge your secrets? 

We ended up meeting Jake at the club and Rabbit in the Moon performed an incredible set, on tour for their upcoming anticipated CD/DVD release ‘Decade.’ The visuals by VJ Tek were spectacular and hypnotic as usual and to call it a mere experience would be an understatement. 

I never saw Milla at the end of the night.  After taking the boys from Rabbit in the Moon back to their hotel, I went home to take a much needed shower. As I reached for my brand new razor, I was not surprised to see that it was missing. Turns out Milla got laid that night and now I’m the one that looks like an orangutan. 

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