Uncomfortable with familiarity

Last time at the club I chatted with a dancer I had only seen from afar several times before. She looks mid-20s, ok face and body. Decided to go for a test drive in the back. Before the end of the first song my fingers were wet from her juices. By the second song my wet finger was knuckle deep in her rusty bullet hole. I wasn’t after extras so ended after two dances, went to the bathroom to wash up, and left. Back to the club today. Same dancer approaches and obviously doesn’t remember me because with a glazed look she opens with, “Wanna Dance”? I felt really uncomfortable knowing that in 5 minutes and for $40 I could once again be her proctologist. With her mystery already gone, I waived her off and waited for greener pastures. Maybe that’s why I can’t get married... too uncomfortable with familiarity.