mmm hmm
So, had a huge confidence roller coaster over the last 24 hours. Went out to some middle eastern restaurant that had a belly dancer. Ended up talking to her when she got off, as the place was closing when we were leaving. I said we might go out somewhere, like a strip club and her eyes perked up. She said to call her when I was gonna head there after dropping off my friend, said she loves strip clubs. My kind of girl.
I leave and figure she probably won't answer and she's just playing the 'stripper game' that those girls play to feign interest. I call her anyways, she didn't answer.. yup.. but what's this, she's calling me back. She said she ended up going home cause she was tired from working all day.. ok, fuck.. down point on the roller coaster.
So, my buddy John bailed on the strip club and decided to just go home. This is where I did something out of character. I think it's the kolonopins I've been prescribed, mixed with the heavy drinking of the night, where I just don't give a fuck about anything. I like it actually. It feels like I'm more confident and sure of myself, which is never a bad thing. Anyways, I had $140 burning a hole in my pocket so I went to this strip club my friends and I visit occasionally, alone. I told myself I'd never goto a strip club alone, because I don't want to be one of 'those guys'. But, I just didn't give a shit and I was feeling the need to have scantily clad women crawl over my lap.. oh well.
I get one dance from some hot bodied milf, we talked about 4th of july and she mentioned her 8yr old son.. I feel bad for him. I ended up giving her a massage, sometimes this works for more free dances, or at least a much provocative dance. Those girls are dancing all night long, they melt in my hands if I take a little tension away. I'm not a typical sleaze ball, so they get more comfortable and really get into it.
Anyways, then see this one sweet girl that I've seen before, who gives great massages. She remembered my name, surprisingly since I'm in there maybe once every 2 months. I get a couple dances from her, and she starts getting more sensual then I've seen her before. She's kissing my neck and moving so no bouncers can see and letting me touch where it's a no-no in that club. Then she whispers "the other girl told me you give good massages, want to trade?" hellz yes.
We end up just trading massages and talking for the last hour or so before the place closed. I'm hesistant to say she was actually interested in me, as they are the masters of seduction obviously. But, she kept bringing the conversation around to talking about her apartment, how it's not too far, and how she's normally bored when she gets off work and tries to goto sleep before the sun comes up. She was about to fall asleep from the massage in the club. I've been friends with strippers before, and that's the kind of talk they do if they are actually interested in a guy, things outside the club. If I wasn't concerned about liquor dick that night (3 glasses of wine, 7 capt and cokes and a brazilian beer in about 3 hours), I think I would have tried to go back to her place. Maybe next time..
So, I was feeling good driving home. I wake up at noon the next day, head to work and get a call from the belly dancer, hello! I can tell she has a boyfriend, but she wouldn't specifically mention him. I think she's the kind of girl that it doesn't matter that much. Seems like the wild type. She lives about 45 minutes away though, so we'll see what comes of that. Always nice to know a belly dancer though.
HEY! That was a freakin long post. Ciao.
I leave and figure she probably won't answer and she's just playing the 'stripper game' that those girls play to feign interest. I call her anyways, she didn't answer.. yup.. but what's this, she's calling me back. She said she ended up going home cause she was tired from working all day.. ok, fuck.. down point on the roller coaster.
So, my buddy John bailed on the strip club and decided to just go home. This is where I did something out of character. I think it's the kolonopins I've been prescribed, mixed with the heavy drinking of the night, where I just don't give a fuck about anything. I like it actually. It feels like I'm more confident and sure of myself, which is never a bad thing. Anyways, I had $140 burning a hole in my pocket so I went to this strip club my friends and I visit occasionally, alone. I told myself I'd never goto a strip club alone, because I don't want to be one of 'those guys'. But, I just didn't give a shit and I was feeling the need to have scantily clad women crawl over my lap.. oh well.
I get one dance from some hot bodied milf, we talked about 4th of july and she mentioned her 8yr old son.. I feel bad for him. I ended up giving her a massage, sometimes this works for more free dances, or at least a much provocative dance. Those girls are dancing all night long, they melt in my hands if I take a little tension away. I'm not a typical sleaze ball, so they get more comfortable and really get into it.
Anyways, then see this one sweet girl that I've seen before, who gives great massages. She remembered my name, surprisingly since I'm in there maybe once every 2 months. I get a couple dances from her, and she starts getting more sensual then I've seen her before. She's kissing my neck and moving so no bouncers can see and letting me touch where it's a no-no in that club. Then she whispers "the other girl told me you give good massages, want to trade?" hellz yes.
We end up just trading massages and talking for the last hour or so before the place closed. I'm hesistant to say she was actually interested in me, as they are the masters of seduction obviously. But, she kept bringing the conversation around to talking about her apartment, how it's not too far, and how she's normally bored when she gets off work and tries to goto sleep before the sun comes up. She was about to fall asleep from the massage in the club. I've been friends with strippers before, and that's the kind of talk they do if they are actually interested in a guy, things outside the club. If I wasn't concerned about liquor dick that night (3 glasses of wine, 7 capt and cokes and a brazilian beer in about 3 hours), I think I would have tried to go back to her place. Maybe next time..
So, I was feeling good driving home. I wake up at noon the next day, head to work and get a call from the belly dancer, hello! I can tell she has a boyfriend, but she wouldn't specifically mention him. I think she's the kind of girl that it doesn't matter that much. Seems like the wild type. She lives about 45 minutes away though, so we'll see what comes of that. Always nice to know a belly dancer though.
HEY! That was a freakin long post. Ciao.