Finding the Time

Patheon is currently my favorite club. I’ve been mixing it up trying some different times and days. Last week I tried Wednesday day shift around 2:00. Kind of empty. One girl with perfect breasts caught my eye. Those suckees were amazing. But she was kind of sweaty from being on stage. So I cut it short and moved on to another club which was also disappointing. Maybe I was in a bad mood.

This week I returned on Wednesday about 6:45 in time for free admission. Wanted to see if a girl I met a couple weeks ago was there for day shift. Nope. So I started looking at the other options. About then, must have been a little after 7:00, they had a cattle call. Took a while to round up all the stragglers, but eventually there were about 20 girls. At some clubs the girls just stand there, so you really only see the two or three standing in front of you. Here, the girls all walk around the outside, so you get to see them all. Quite a few nice girls, but my eyes focused on two. Yeah, either of those two would be great. So, as they are leaving the stage one of them locks eyes with me and walks straight into my lap. Nice! We did a couple dances and then it was time for her to go home. Ooops. A few minutes later I see my other choice head for the door with her backpack. From there, things went steadily downhill. Most of the girls leaving, and not many new ones taking their place. So I decided to leave. Might have picked up in another hour, but didn’t want to wait. So I guess the conclusion is to get there by about 5 if you want to see the day shift, or wait till 8 or 9 and hope the night shift shows up by then. But I guess you all knew that.

Decided to stop by Cricket on my way home. Quickly set my sights on two youngish black girls I’d never seen before. I tipped them on stage. Made eye contact. Nothing seemed to work, and neither of them came over. “Why is that guy staring at me!?!” Meanwhile, I’m having to fight off white girls with a stick. I kept saying “I’m waiting for someone.” Maybe I should have said, “I’m waiting for that girl there or this other girl there. Can you send her over?” Polite wasn’t doing it. Bailed. Zero dances. Weird.