Is San Jose Guy really Sarasota Guy?

I was at Cheetahs Sarasota earlier this week. The fairly attractive stripper with the questionable breast scars I mentioned was on stage. A super-creepy guy went to the stage and tipped her. It was EXACTLY how I would picture SJG trying to enact The System to get a front-room makeout session. It was a swarthy fellow of about 5'6", 180#, wearing off-the-rack khakis, dark blue blazer, white dress shirt, and floral print tie. He had hilariously over-sized gold-trimmed D&G sunglasses pushed up into his hair. He walks up to the stage and starts stroking her body while she's dancing and eyeballing her like a piece of meat in exchange for a tip of two or three singles. The he picks up her discarded clothing and starts sniffing and smelling it, just like a bad porn scene! She casually danced away from him as quickly as she could. When she got to my end of the bar, I got up to tip her, and she could only talk about that creepy guy and not wanting to go back to that end of the stage. Every guy near that end of the state got up and started tipping her, saying they could save her. At the same time, her regular came in with her dinner. She went to tell her regular that she had some dances to do and grabbed the highest tipper ( not me) for his lap dances. Sarasota Guy follows them back to the VIP rooms. They turn left to the booths, he pauses to watch them enter a booth and then turns right to the bathrooms. He returns to sit at a table and glare at everyone. She finishes those lap dances and walks past him to get me. As we pass him, he says to me "Have fun, because I'm next.". When we finished our lap dances, he was wearing his sunglasses -in one of the darkest clubs I've ever been in- and glaring at me. I just stared back smiling until KittyCat began pestering me for a dance. By the time I got rid of her he had left. But I could not stop wondering if I had just met SJG, or maybe his Florida cousin?