So as the username implies, I've...

So as the username implies, I've basically been only dipping my toe in the club scene ever since Rick's closed up shop several years ago. I do kind of miss that scene- and sometimes, don't miss it at ALL- so I popped into Pandora's last Saturday, only the second time I've ever visited. I'd been doing the escort thing with TNA, but that place seems to have ghettoed up with unreliable and not particularly attractive women, so for a single guy looking for either quick release or more GFE-date like experience, there isn't really much to choose from these days.

The allure of the clubs are mostly gone, since when I go in it's always a surreal experience, and my old man brain is too tired to play the bullshit smalltalk game with these dancers. This night, most were in classic bad-stripper form, where they come up and plop on your lap uninvited, or press up against you forcefully, reeking of cheap perfume and cooing about taking you to the VIP for unspecified sins- but as soon as you say "no", their face instantly sours like week-old milk, and they stomp off angry that their pussy isn't getting them the freebies it did when they were younger. Sorry sweetcheeks, but us older guys are too smart and too self-possessed for that nonsense, and not one of these women was even remotely hot enough to justify any kind of attitude or Golden Pussy Syndrome.