Reflections on the benefit of Strip Clubs during a brief elevator ride

Yet another anecdote from my staycation weekend.

After doing dirty things with a gorgeous hot woman ½ my age at the SC, I headed back to the hotel. There was a dance party in the lobby. People were getting their grind on to some loud basic AF dance music. I watched for a minute and then headed up to my room. On the way to the elevators, a cute but chubby girl 2/3’s my age was singing along to Lady Gaga’s Bad Romance and heading toward the elevators as well. She looked like she was having fun and was a little wasted. We both got into the same elevator, there was no one else on the ride up.

I sneaked a few peeks across the elevator and noticed that she was more than chubby, she was fat. But she was still cute with long straight dark hair, big tits coming out the front of her shirt, a big ass… a guy could have a fun night with that if he wasn’t too discerning. When we got to my floor, I headed toward the exit and quickly said “good evening” as I left, without pausing. This is a little habit I picked up working in Mexico: folks say a formal-ish good day or good night to strangers on an elevator as they exit. It seems warm and genteel in a non-intrusive way. I liked it then, and still do it now nearly 10 years after my last trip south. Elevator girl was buried in her phone, but looked up as I said this, and in a bitchy voice said “have a good night” … like in a “don’t fucking talk to me you old/creep/whatever piece of shit I'm not interested” kind of way. Fair enough.

I smiled to myself thinking that 30 minutes before, I had everything I could ever want from this girl, only from a 20x hotter and 10 years younger woman (an sc dancer). The most I could possibly want from this elevator woman would be a causal hook up, and then for her to fuck off out of my hotel room. She clearly would never even consider lowering herself to this act! The dancer on the other hand was appreciative, enthusiastic, and sweet, all for a cost so small that it means nearly nothing to me.

10 years ago, I would have been working to land that chubby snob, 95% likely would have failed, and would have felt disappointed. Today, I have access to something of much higher quality on my own timing and terms, not to mention I get home much earlier. I guess this is an example of pooning smarter not harder?

This hobby makes so much more sense than chasing civilians.