What was your ATF wearing when you first met?
FONDL
dancing in tall shoes.
She smiled a smile that said hello
and chased away my blues."
-- opening lines from the poem "Smile for Me" by FONDL.
Or maybe this belongs on the thread about drunken depressed poet wannabes.
Anyway, the first time we met, my ATF was wearing tall dancer shoes and a big smile, and that's all. I went up to give her a tip at the stage, she stopped dancing, offered her hand for a shake, introduced herself and asked my name, which she never forgot. And my world changed forever.
"An angel on a pedestal
or the devil in disguise,
I was never really certain,
both lurk deep within her eyes."
I think that's the best description of her I've ever given.
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He would not tip her as he did not want her to think of him as a customer... Not making any money on the deal she chose to forego the LUBE.
This explains why he is now so cranky and hostile!
Even the fatties and less-than-stellar bodies are often irresistible in street clothes. This fact, by the way, accounts for a larger number of undesirable women ending up in permanent pair-bonds than we might wish to acknowledge in our society ... :) ...
One thing that threw me for a loop the last time, was that I saw her in street clothes for the first time. (I know this might sound weird to you guys with all your OTC experience) I was kind of hoping she dressed slutty or stripperish all the time.. y'know.. to kinda help keep that line between fantasy and real life from getting blurred.. buuuuut she came out to say goodbye (for the 2nd time) dressed in regular ol'slacks and little white t-shirt.. and it was like.. wow, holy shit... curse that infernal woman!
That's exactly what happened to me. I was waiting for my then fave when I met my ATF. I knew the ATF for several months before I ever got a dance from her, and then it was only because my then fave had become so popular that it was difficult to get much time with her. So while waiting for the fave I started hanging out with the girl who became my ATF. Then one day I went to the club specifically on a day when I knew my fave wouldn't be there so I could spend some time with the new one. Shortly thereafter the fave quit dancing. And I quickly realized that I had a new ATF.