Old Favorite Return ... disappointment
Book Guy
I write it like I mean it, but mostly they just want my money.
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 ...
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 ...
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Pamela was high and drunk all the time, she was a nasty dancer - did extra's for a small tip. Then she was gone. Heard she was in jail. Heard she miscarriaged. Heard she'd OD'd. Two years later, she's back, clean and sober. Looked better. Still doing FS, but wanted $100 instead of the old $50...I guess she got some self-worth. Boring, mechanical and distant. Brain probably took a real beating the first time around.
Angie was a misfit stripper. 17yo B-cup, spinner. High school honor graduate, lived with her parents who were still together - amazing. She told them she had a job at Target. She wouldn't take off her bottoms on stage in this nude club. Did mostly air dances, and took home about what she would probably get at Target. I liked her a lot, and really thought that I could change her into my own private Lolita in a matter of days. Didn't happen, and she was gone a week later. Six months later, she returned. Obviously high, now shedding her bottoms at the start of a VIP dance even though nude LD's weren't allowed. She was an uninhibited sex machine. Turns out that I didn't work fast enough when she was there before...some other dude with more money became her sugar daddy, and she had quit dancing so she could live with him and be his sex slave. I'm told that she eventually objected to the physical beating he administered as part of their sex play and moved out. So, now she's living with another dancer, and back at the club.
She was gone again in a month or so; nocked-up by BF, and living with him and his parents. Too young...sure was fun while it lasted.
The key is not to dance forever. It's not a career. You shouldn't be dancing for thirty years. If you're still beautiful and in good shape and you'd like to work a few more years but you feel yourself getting bitter, take a break. If you've been smart with your money you should be able to afford to.
She showed back up during September at a more upscale club with DD implants, blonde hair and an attitude to boot. She went right up to me the moment she recognized me and I tried one dance from her, not nearly as good and only tried her one more time, although it took her several months before she stopped asking.