Hit the Platinum Club after work...

Hit the Platinum Club after work one day to chill with a cold one. Took a seat at the bar, as I really wasn’t there for conversation or dances as much an opportunity to decompress after a busy week at the office. A reasonably cute blonde with a bobby haircut hit the stage to ‘Porn Star Dancing’ by My Darkest Days. Didn’t pay too much attention to her until she did the usual ‘San Diego’ thing and circled the floor after her set finished to scoop up dollar bills. Very cute with a great smile and small frame.

After working the club for her semi-hourly wage, she returned and asked why I was alone and took a seat, introducing herself as ‘Champagne’. Guessing that was supposed to be a reference to something ‘finer’ in life? A bit chilly on the initially, although progressively warmed up as she figured out I could actually hold my one with intelligent conversation. Eventually told me dancing was really a ‘side job’ and her real livelihood was working as an actress in L.A. Claimed to have landed a good amount of work to her credit including an upcoming peanut butter commercial. I dropped more than a few hints that I wasn’t buying dances and yet she stayed, seeming to enjoy the conversation and, I admit, I was too.

Hit the same club 3 weeks later and ‘Peanut Butter Champagne’ hops up on stage again to the same song. Watched a little more closely this time around. Not the best (or youngest) dancer, although definitely enjoyable to watch. Finishes, does the round for dollar tips, and gives me a big smile like ‘hey, I know you!’. After she’s worked the room for money, she immediately returns to my table and sits down. I was feeling a certain bond until she reached across the table to shake my hand.