After a worthless trip last year, I swore never to enter another Nashville club

After a worthless trip last year, I swore never to enter another Nashville club. And yet I did it again. Bad decision. It wasn’t all negative—there were plenty of attractive dancers on duty, and they put on a good show on the stage. But that 6 foot or 3 foot rule or whatever it is completely kills the experience. Nevertheless, I enjoyed the scenery for a while. Then, because I have a bad back, I got up and walked around the club a bit and finally wound up standing near the “private” dance booths to watch a good looking dancer on the stage. Before long, a bouncer came over and accused me of “stalking” a dancer who was giving a private dance in the booth near where I was standing and told me that I had to leave the club. I was, to say the least, shocked. I was much more interested in the nude dancer on stage than the bikini clad dancer in the booth! But I guess I was just too close to the booth. Anyway, I told the bouncer he was full of it but that I would be glad to leave and never come back. I mean it this time.