I'm sure other dudes have had this experience. It happened to me a few nights ago.
I really liked a club, but then it changed, and I had started going to other clubs in my city. One big reason was, that the types of gals I had enjoyed at that club had migrated away, probably due to changes in clientele and changes in management. The sweet, innocent, friendly, "genuine" girls-next-door had all given way to professionally jaded over-boob-enhanced fake-blondes with smokers lines and C-section scars.
But I dropped back in on the club. It was still largely populated with the jaded types, and a lot of frat-boys and tourists who weren't making my evening as enjoyable as I might have wished at the outset. But it was passable, and some of the staff were being friendly to me and remembering a few years back when last I'd been there. And lo and behold, my old favorite arrived.
In fact, not one, but TWO of my favorite dancers from a few years ago were working that night. We had our reunions, said hello, big hugs, all that stuff. They recalled at least that I could be a big spender for them. But that was it. The "genuineness" was gone. They had turned into jaded angry young women. They hadn't gotten the over-boob-enhancements or the smokers lines in their faces ... yet ... but their attitude just screamed money-money-gimme-money to me.
I wasn't too disappointed or anything. I had a moment or two of unhappiness when I realized that I would have to inculcate other interactions with other girls, and wouldn't be able to rely on a club-friendship that had been built in the past; so, if I wanted some lappers from a girl for whom I had a serious "click" or "crush," I'd have to go about figuring out how to create the "click" or "crush" with a new girl. These former favorites weren't "clicking" for me at all.
I took off. It was a bit unsettling. Not like having my balls kicked, or anything like that :) but a bit of a disappointment.
I wonder: did I like them, previously, because they WERE less jaded, and I met them when they were in a better phase of interactive style, than the one that they've descended to now? Or, could it be that I simply had faded from their memory, and the "click" was absent not because they were overly professional now; but rather, because we hadn't had the chance to flirt, get to know, gently fondle and giggle and ramp up the interaction from scratch?
Ah the vagaries of life ...

