Of my remaining Covid fear.
I’m a logical fellow. I’m in my upper 60s, on BP meds, and have a deep seated reluctance to dying prematurely by suffocation (the Covid method). So I took all the recommendations seriously, distancing, hand washing, (good) masks, sanitizer, got used to a bit of lonely.
But I like a lap dance now and then. Back in June 2020, local case numbers where I live were very low. Combined with an N95 mask, logic suggested it was worth taking the risk. Took a chance, got a dance, it was great. Then it got much worse and everything was shut down. Avoiding people became the way for a (long) while. I was fully vaccinated by late April but case numbers locally were too high for me to do such a high air exchange activity as getting a lap dance. High case numbers times my 94% vaccine still seemed iffy. Then numbers dropped, and wife said ok. Low case numbers times a vaccine seemed as safe as low numbers with mask.
Felt a little funny/nervous driving to a club (early June). But like diving in a cold mountain lake, making up your mind and taking the jump seemed the way to go. Logic said the risk is low. After that 1st lap dance, I realized the fear was washed away, lost in the joy of living. Titties are great.
So, hobby reestablished.
