Nice Time, Friendly Atmosphere

I had a private dance from Hailey, an absolutely adorable blonde. The manager, Greg, passed by my table and said, "Don't worry about it; they're not clearly marked. No harm done." Sensing my confusion, Greg said, "Oh, wait. I'm sorry. There was another guy in a red shirt who accidentally went into the ladies' restroom." I shook my head in friendly acknowledgement, already beginning to feel at ease. The last time I had been here was six or seven years prior, and had felt then that I'd been given the cold shoulder.

I had an attentive waitress this night. As soon as I sat down at a table, she came around, and took my drink order. She was a cute brunette who did not introduce herself by name. I ordered a bottled water; it was freezing cold when it came. Greg passed by again, and I tapped his arm to get his attention.

Greg turned around, and I asked if there were any cute blondes available for a private dance. The two dancers who had done their performances were on stage were very pretty, but I specifically had my desire set on a private dance with a blonde this night. Greg said, "Yes, absolutely. I'll go get her for you. Her name's Hailey. What's your name?" I gave him my name, and Greg disappeared toward the back in the dressing room.