I've had some great times at...

I've had some great times at Fantasia. This was not one of them!

Got there about 10pm on a Friday night and paid the $5 cover. Got myself a $2.50 Coke and sat at the bar with a good view of the cute petite blond who was on stage. Cute and petite is my normal preference and I did a quick scan of the room to see if there were any others around as well. Not the case, so I focus on "CPB" as she started wrapping up her series of songs. Then, a rather thick gal sits down on the stool next to mine (between me and the view of the cute blond) and strikes up a conversation. Meanwhile, I am tracking cute blond, who is making her way over to a guy on the other side of this horseshoe shaped bar. Okay, at least I can keep tabs on her.

Now I don't mind a little conversation, even with a dancer with whom I have no intention of buying a dance. I have to share with you what thick gal told me, as it made me want to run out the door and hurl. She was talking about her little daughter and how she had to take her to the ER earlier today because there were these sores on her bottom that were not going away. She went into detail about the doctor's prognosis - whether they were boils or whether it was a staff infection. Then she goes into graphic detail about what came out of the sores when they punctured them. I am 100% serious! All this talk of sores and infections, here in a place that is particularly known for high contact... not good!

Well, she got around to asking if I wanted to go upstairs. Doing my best to not look horrified, I simply stated that I was in a pretty chill mood and just wanted to stay put. Being more to the point than I, she said no problem if I didn't like thick girls and asked what type I had in mind, as she would try to corral one my way. "Cute petite blonds", said I. (But she didn't make a beeline to cute petite blond, who pretty much matched that description. Grrr!)

Okay, so off she goes. A few minutes later, a pleasant African American girl comes by. I love African Americans, but for some unexplained reason, I'm just not all that attracted to black women (with rare exceptions) and I was NOT finding this one to be one of those rare cases. She saw that I was not getting all excited by her being there and asked what type of girl I liked. "Cute petite blonds", I said. She took off, but not to retrieve the prime example some 20 feet away.