I entered the club and I was surprised to be welcomed by a familiar feeling. I almost forgot what happens in clubs. Men looking at women like vultures waiting on a dying prey. Women looking like little fragile prey in the wilderness filled with different types of predators. I looked at them and realized that women actually loved the type of attention they got from men. I felt sorry some women as they had to resort to this kind of lifestyle to survive. I walked to the dance floor and with tears in my eyes, I danced off my problems.