"Musta Got Lost" (J Geils Band)

Okay, this post is a confession of some PL type conduct. I share for your edification (or even amusement, for those so inclined)...

About 18 months ago, I had one of my most memorable experiences in a SC. I met a dancer with whom I just "clicked" immediately. We talked for a very long time, a real conversation about interesting things--it felt like we were making a connection of sorts. She treated me nothing like a customer, and I reciprocated by treating her nothing like a dancer. (Didn't even know her stage-name.) But she was indeed working, and I had indeed just participated in the "loss" of much of her valuable work time. She and I wondered aloud how it might be if we went to a couch for awhile... and so we did. After some more conversation, she leaned over and started kissing me. Not like "thanks for the pleasant evening," but more like we were on honeymoon... I mean she was making like she wanted to consume my entire mouth and explore as far into it as possible with her tongue. Eventually, she started touching me and stroking me, then straddling me. She took my hand and guided it to her sweet spot to reveal that her thong was soaking wet [no, she hadn't peed...stick with the story!]. She moved her thong to the side, and guided me into her. She rode me gently, then frantically, and I unloaded. She did not ask for anything, but excused herself to the ladies' room..."I was not prepared for this to happen," she said.

She gave me her number and we maintained a "friendship" [seemed like it] for quite awhile. No more time together in the club, but frequent calls and texts.

But I lost touch with her for awhile. Then, I recently saw her again at her club. I was very glad to see her, and she still looked as gorgeous as always. We talked only a short time, and she asked if I would like to go to a couch (first time we'd been together in her club since that initial encounter almost 18 months prior). Off we went. She started dancing (she had not before), and then indicated that she wanted to do the dirty deed.

But something was wrong, o my brothers. I could not explain it, but things just felt odd between us. I leaned closer for a kiss, and she demurred: "I don't really do that--I never kiss in here." And suddenly the glass that had been dark became clear, and in its reflection I saw myself in full PL mode... darn. How did I know I was being a full-fledged PL? Because I didn't want to take her up on her offer of FS! I remembered our original encounter. Recognizing it now as something that would never happen between us again, I STILL chose to keep that memory as it was rather than just get into customer-mode with this gal and have some more ITC-FS with her.

Judge me as harshly as you choose, brothers, but that memory remains sweet, in spite of my new realization that she and I never had the "connection" I allowed myself to think we had...