Sunday, April 9.

I walked into Molly Browns on a Sunday night at nine. I immediately noticed that I was the only customer. Quickly counted nine dancers watching me and felt like a turkey on thanksgiving the way they were licking their lips. I avoided a table of five and noticed a dark haired dancer lounging off to the side. She looked cute so I decided to sit with her before the rest descended on me.

I was wrong. She was beautiful! Had seen her the year before and , despite her looks, was rather boring and very indifferent. She had changed. She was very attentive and carried on a lively conversation. I pride myself in my taste in dancers and she was definitely elite.

It happened to be her 22nd birthday at midnight. We spent the rest of evening till 12;30 together, during which she consumed approximately 10 shots of Jameson. Needless to say she was wasted( but still great company). Not a sloppy drunk. We did two sets of three dances during which, she seemed to enjoy herself quite a bit to put it discreetly.

She thought she should, since it was her birthday. She stayed curled up on my lap all evening ignoring a couple of regulars! I ended up coming in to see her three more times that week. She was with me exclusively for about three hours each time. The last night she actually did many extra dances for which I just paid her the $3 dance fee she owed per dance.

At about 12;30 the first night, we decided to leave and go to IHOP for breakfast(which she didn't remember the next night) I dropped her off at home concluding a great evening.