Repeating The Same Mistake Twice
Tuesday, August 25, 2015 10:44 PM
The last time I saw her was about two years ago. Blond hair, tall, slender body, I would say any common Joe/Jose/Moron would definitely get enchanted with her lustful body and long hair. I really got attracted to her the first time I saw her but that was two years ago. She was not on my priority list and she just slowly disappeared into the background.
Anyway, last Friday was probably the night we would get to see each other. By some random number and a roll of the dice, our paths would cross again.
I was patronizing a dancer on stage, appreciating her beautiful body while my dollar bills adorned the rails with simple insightful arrangement. This dancer had an amazing body, I would literally suck her tits in a heartbeat, she's that pretty.
When the set was over and she walked out of the stage. A new dancer came up the stage, as I was slowly putting back the chair and head away to following the dancer I was about to chase, I felt a tap on my shoulder and saw this dancer that I've never seen before.
"Wha..."
"It's me."
Not a slightest clue who she was, a dancer I've seen before saying I know her. Then she said her name and all of a sudden it came back.
My butt suddenly found the chair and there I was sitting there tipping again watching her dance.
Inside my head I heard a voice saying that I should walk away because of some awkwardness that happened in the past. I decided to simply not answer her text messages and calls because she's been too aggressive on the hustle. But that night was different because it has been two years and it would be good to have a time to catch up on her.
She asked me to stay with her and so I did say yes to that. We chatted about how she's been and how I was. She tried to open up the past and I said I lost my job and got unemployed, thus I couldn't afford to see her (a nice customer bullshit), blah blah blah. She bought it and that was it, she's good with that and I am just OK with how she would handle me.
I know she's very skilled in the art of the hustle and after several years in this area I pretty much know what is coming to me. So I chose my words very carefully not to trigger anything that would make her suck my wallet.
But oh my effing bro, my dick got in the middle again and messed everything up. I ended up getting a lapdance from her again. And boy she was good giving that to me. What the ___ it was so good I thought she really was in love with me.
So she grabbed my phone and punched her number in and sent a text to her.
"We are ON, dude. Come with me I'm not done with you yet" She said.
It was dark there (smoking area), only the faint glow of the low voltage lights snooping on us. She pushed me to the wall and we started kissing.
In my head ... "I'm going to regret this." But I'm going to enjoy this moment.
Yes, baby. Kiss me good.
She sent another text before I started writing this piece, now I know why I am writing this one because I seem to have never learned THE LESSON.
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