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I am one of those guys that would rather come into a club and spend all my time with one or two of my favorite dancers than see a bunch of different girls each visit. I like when they run over to me when I walk in the door and seem happy to see me. I try to always treat them well and enjoy getting to know them and sharing what is going on in their lives and mine.

I am typically drawn to someone in their late 20's - mid 30's who is friendly and easy to talk to. My favorites are attractive, but normally not one of the hottest girls in the club. Personality is more important to me than looks.

From time to time, I need to keep reminding myself that this is fantasy and not reality.

I had one dancer that I had been seeing regularly for months. We would talk and joke around at the bar and while she was on stage and I would always get a couple strings of hot and sexy dances. She knew I normally stayed at the club for 2-3 hours. If one of her other regulars would show up, she would go do some dances with him and then come running back to me. I would either wait for her or get a couple quick dances from one of the other girls.

One day after our string of dances she wanted to stay back there and talk. She told me she saw me dancing with one of the other girls when she was with one of her other regulars and was afraid I would never want to get dances from her again. She went on to say how I am such a good friend and how much she enjoys the time we spend together. As I really enjoyed spending time with her, I assured her that I still wanted to spend time with her.

A couple weeks later she was sitting with some guy when I walked in. She quickly ran over to say hi and asked if I minded if she spent some time with the other guy. He was a friend of hers from before and was not going to be there too long before he had to catch a flight home. Knowing that I would see her again later that week I said it was OK. I just spent time sitting at the stage and doing a few short dances with a couple of the other girls.

The next time I came in, my favorite came running right over to me. She apologized for the other day and said she would make it up to me. We sat and talked, laughed and did one short series of dances. She was due to go on stage in a couple minutes and I told her that right after her next stage set we could do our long series of dances. She went over to the DJ booth to pick her songs. On the way back, she stopped to talk to some guy. The next thing I knew, she asked some girl to cover her stage set and went in back with him. Feeling a little slighted and not knowing if she would be back before I had to leave, I asked one of the other girls for a couple dances.

After my dances, I was ready to leave when I saw my favorite sitting by the bar. I went over to say goodbye and she started crying about how I hurt her, how she thought I was her friend and how she spent the whole day with me and now could barely cover her house fees and tip outs. I tried reminding her that she was the one that ran off with some other guy and she knew what time I had to leave - but I was now the bad guy.

On the way home reality set in. The "You are such a good friend and I enjoyed the time we spent together" is really "I like spending time with you as long as you give me a bunch of money"

The next time I saw her, she came running over to apologize. She said it was that time of the month, she was very emotional and could I ever forgive her? Enjoying her company, I continued seeing her for a few more months until she retired.

I learned a hard lesson that day - Never forget it is all about the MONEY.