ATF Back in the Club...15 Years Later
You walk into one of your old haunts to see if it's ever rebounded from the depths of irrelevance. It's livelier than you expected, looks like it might've even seen a coat of paint or two in the years since your last visit. A girl is off at a corner table with a customer, but is looking right at you. She reminds you of someone, it's uncanny, but you shake it off and find a seat. The club doesn't suck, but it's not screaming quality either.
You find someone interesting to distract yourself (or she finds you) and later on your way out the dancer you saw is now on stage prepping for her dance. She's walking deliberately between the poles on stage and wiping them down with a cloth, just like "she" used to do. She sees you in the mirrors and turns to look directly at you. It's her, your first ATF. 15 years older than the last time you saw her, and back in the same club where you spent way too many hours of your youth.
She's made like she's going to back to her routine, but is still looking at you. You're 15 years older, too, so maybe you're just some rando who has a familiar face? She's not smiling. Neither are you. Always looking younger she's still surprisingly pretty and fit, non-enhanced, but looks tired. Instead of walking out you've now sat down at the last table before the door. No one else is near the stage, but the dancer you've been trying to avoid since emerging from VIP is walking in your direction...again. What do you do?
You find someone interesting to distract yourself (or she finds you) and later on your way out the dancer you saw is now on stage prepping for her dance. She's walking deliberately between the poles on stage and wiping them down with a cloth, just like "she" used to do. She sees you in the mirrors and turns to look directly at you. It's her, your first ATF. 15 years older than the last time you saw her, and back in the same club where you spent way too many hours of your youth.
She's made like she's going to back to her routine, but is still looking at you. You're 15 years older, too, so maybe you're just some rando who has a familiar face? She's not smiling. Neither are you. Always looking younger she's still surprisingly pretty and fit, non-enhanced, but looks tired. Instead of walking out you've now sat down at the last table before the door. No one else is near the stage, but the dancer you've been trying to avoid since emerging from VIP is walking in your direction...again. What do you do?
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I haven't had a stretch like that, but I had one dancer, with whom I had some OTC history with, who I ran into after 8 years. It was fun catching up and I bought a few drinks and did a little tipping, but that's as far as it went. I declined when she pitched OTC again. The problem was that she didn't look nearly as good as she did 8 years earlier, which included some weight gain.
But as I always say, I will never criticize how another grown man spends his money when it comes to strippers. All that matters is that you feel like it was worth it to you.
Look at Gawkers ATF, chick was doing heroin everyday and still looks great. There are some people out there that defy the tests of time in their appearances and we are all especially fond of those types that decided to take up stripper as their profession.
looks some but the personality was still there but matured. It was fun to catch up.
I’d say go for it with taking and catching up. Sure she’s older, but she obviously took care of herself well. (Or she’s a genetic freak) either way, that would be interesting.
Heck, even if she wasn't an ATF, i've missed out on so many strippers that i never danced with or barely experienced and wondered what the hell happened to them as i never saw them again. If they were to return even 15 years later, i would probably still recognize them and be willing to spend some time and money on them. There would be no dilemma, even with my still present situation with too many concurrent favorites. There's always room for more.
Another ATF reminded me that I had not seen her in over four years. I guess that our schedules simply didn't mesh, because I found her again at the same club. She was fairly liberal four years ago, so I took her for VIP dances and got free "reunion extras" that she didn't do before. OTOH, she has gained some weight and lost a bit of her physical appeal, despite being a gym rat. I would still buy dances (and extras) from her, but during our last encounter she complained a bit too much about her roommate and some of the other girls in the club. Seems like her s&^$ has unraveled a bit over the past four years, so she is not likely to achieve ATF status again.
Treat it as you would any other person you haven't seen in that long. She isn't your ex girlfriend or wife. Say hello, chat some, maybe get a dance for old time sake or leave that to memories.
If things ended poorly between you, say hello, wish her well and walk back to your seat. Most of people will take the hint. Running and hiding is unmanly. That isn't to say avoiding a nasty situation by walking away is wrong. But you can do it well or not.
If it's in the past tense, the author would have already made a decision. Let's say it's a "real" story, and someone who's seen over 500 clubs and put an ATF label on two more dancers out of thousands since her (which means she got bumped not once, but twice on the fav-o-meter) dropped in to see if a past its prime club sucked as much as all the reviews keep saying. It didn't, but the joy of TUSCL is that customers who don't have any sense for the hobby can write reviews, too.
Of course she isn't an old girlfriend or a wife. Strippers and hookers exist so men (and lopaw) can get what they want without having to GF or wife them. If life's a journey and 15 years of it go by for two people, what does a person who's seen and done more shit than they can remember or talk about have to say to a person who walked for 15 years to end up where they started? There's a door, a sealed can of worms, and a stripper who can't comprehend "no thanks" with about 5 seconds to make a decision. That's an easy choice for me.
Look dude, there's no doubt that you've contributed a lot to the site. Even if everyone applied the 50% haircut to your numbers that I do for the pop in reviews (especially overseas), nostalgic reveries, posts that are more literary exercises than a real attempt to provide intel, and other efforts which provide little to actually sink one's teeth into, the results would still be impressive.
But all of that doesn't make anyone else's opinions or club reviews any less valid. Perhaps you weren't trying to say that, but that's how your post came across. I sometimes fall into that trap myself as I've also been doing this for a long time and have been in hundreds of clubs, even if I've seen less than you have. Yet every so often I am reminded of why that is a limiting view to adopt, especially when I am collecting intel on areas that others know far better than I do.
Just a few thoughts fwiw.
Before that i was fine with just getting a few dances once a month or less even with no strong desire to immediately see her again. Was definitely more into variety back then or spreading it around here and there between numerous girls, particularly newer girls. Now i generally consider getting just a couple dances from a girl a bit or quite a bit of a waste unless she basically goes HAM in those couple dances, in which case those few dances are more than good enough and usually entails a generous tip.
But anyhow, because ATF is a horribly overused term at TUSCL I floated a question because I was interested in which shapes would fall out of the rainbow. Some guys might never have the experience of finding a dancer they thought had "made it" (and actually hoped they had) looking at them a generation later like they've seen a ghost.
I don't have time to write much more now, but to me the premise was contemplating the distance between what we choose to remember, the story we put in place about whatever happened afterward, and choosing whether it's worth trading that for a reality staring at you from a mirror. It was an odd moment, realizing that we were looking into each others eyes through our reflections.