What was going on here?

So I'm out at a usual haunt last night (non-extras, topless) and when I can't get the attention of the two buxom blondes, I go with a backup plan: A cute-faced brunette. Enhanced but not overwhelmingly so. Full C's. Good shape but not a fitness model. Kind of a cuter Rose McGowan. When she walks by, she says, "Weren't you looking for me?" I wasn't, but I had tipped her on stage and was considering her as the backup plan.

She's in an odd mood. I ask her how it's going and she says, "It's going." Smiling, but looks like she's fighting to. She asks if I'm from around the area and I am. I ask where she's from and it's the city I was in before I went to the club, so I bring it up and talk about where I was, which was a place she knows. She seems like she doesn't want to discuss, quickly changing the topic to dances. OK.

I give her a little back massage while we wait for a fresh song and she likes it. I say it's deserved after however long on heels. We talk. Usual chit-chat. She asks me what I do and I let her know and that I travel some. She asks if I've been to the club before, and I say yeah, I do this sort of thing on occasion, on the road sometimes, but this is kind of a "home" stop. She says I talk a lot and I must be an extrovert, which is odd for my career, but I told her I'm more an introvert. "I'm ... different," I say. She said I should be in sales as she starts and she feels like I'm "selling" her, which I kind of am (OTC anyone?). After a couple other folks come by and knock her by accident, she says she's not a real fan of people, which is interesting, because I'm a misanthrope, too.

Now she's dancing and it seems like we're flirting, but she's still kind of guarded. She has a weird smirk on her face occasionally, and I ask why. First time, she says, "It's another dancer," but after it goes away for a while, she does it again after looking at me for a stretch. I point it out, and she says, "I'm nervous." I ask why and she doesn't give an answer. I say, "You shouldn't feel nervous around me," and she doesn't give an answer.

She's giving a good grind, trying to find her own sweet spot, and a nice, hard rub with her enhancements, which I tell her feels good, and she says, "That's the idea." We do four songs. I'm my usual handsy self, but she does say at one point, "Not on the tits," which is disappointing, 'cause they're nice.

During the fourth song, as we're continuing to kind of flirt and I've breathed in her ear and flicked it with my tongue and stuff, she says, "You SURE you're from around here?"

... ? What's that supposed to mean?

After laughing and saying yes, I say, "Why?" She doesn't answer. "I can be from wherever you want." She says, "That's supposed to be my line." I say, "Well, I stole it from you. Mine now."

I hit the ATM, pay and tip. She isn't especially warm or anything as we get done, even with a good tip. I thought about asking the OTC question, but I was a little too confused. I felt like she was giving me an odd stare while I paid. She didn't say anything about coming back to my table or anything, just, "Thanks" and "Have a good night."

OK ... so what was up with this? My curiosity is piqued because it helps answer the question of why they ask if you're from the area, as well as what your answer should be. Did she want me to be from out of town? Was she looking/hoping I'd ask for OTC or that I was staying someplace? Seems like she was at least somewhat concerned about rules with the hands on the tits thing. Some of what was going on was pretty clearly SS, but the "You SURE you're from around here" part doesn't strike me as usual SS. It almost felt like some kind of code. She didn't ask me if I had a wife or girlfriend or whatever. Was I just that weird?

It's a semi-regular haunt, so I suppose there's a chance I could see her again sometime. But yeah, confused. And I know the answer is probably, "Sometimes, there's no explaining it," but I guess I wanted to check the hive mind to see if there was something I'm missing.