Club Rain in Las Vegas

I am standing in club Rain in the Palms Hotel. This is the club that the birthday boy wanted to go to during our stay in Las Vegas. We paid one hundred and twenty dollars to be picked up from our hotel in a stretch limo and escorted into the club without waiting. The club had two open bars and one private bar for VIP members. The dance floor was in the shape of a big circle with four VIP sections on the corners of the dance floor. There was a second floor that was blocked off by security that was also a VIP section. There were several dozen bouncers and security members walking through the club with bright L.E.D. flashlights. What surprises me that every drink that I saw on people's hands were A.M.F.'s or Tokyo Iced Teas. Back in San Francisco, these two drinks were eight dollars averaged at bars, but at the clubs in Las Vegas they were twelve dollars and fifty cents. The male to female ratio in the club was not one to one, more males then females. Thus, the testosterone in the club was heightened due to the lack of females. This resulted in numerous amounts of men looking at women who were dancing by themselves while the men tried to dance with them. This attempt from numerous men failed with my friend's and my group of girls because my friends and I would stop the random men from dancing with our female friends by surrounding our female friends. It fascinates me whenever a guy would try to dance with a random group of girls but only get rejected and try again several times throughout the night. I do not understand the mentality of men at clubs when they try several times to dance with the same group of girls thinking the next time they try they will be able to dance with them. My theory is that these type of men, under the influence of alcohol, will have a chance to dance with a group of women if they try hard enough.