OK, better this time for sure....

OK, better this time for sure. Not great, but better. At least as far as reasonably decent looking women on hand. When I walked in, they told me I was the first customer of the day. This was probably 1:45 pm or so. Two dancers I recognized, one who had been at Bottoms Up for quite a while and said she moved to Dreamers Girls a couple of months ago and the other was the black girl who had been so incredibly drunk the last time I was there. The third one I didn't know. When I'd been there before, the rules seemed pretty loose. You could grab a handful of pretty much whatever you wanted during a bar dance. But when I tried to introduce myself to the former Miss Bottoms Up's tit, she knocked my hand away and started in on a lecture about how that stuff wasn't allowed at the bar. She said I could go in the back with her and do "whatever you want to do," though. She said that more than once. I wasn't real excited about her pissy tone though, so that wasn't happening. I bought one more dance from the dancer I didn't know. She seemed friendly, but one dance was enough. I knew by then what I came to find out. There are plenty of places where the dancers are nicer (in every way) and there are more to choose from. No need to hurry back here.