Club Playpen - meh

It had been more than a year since my last visit, but work took me to the north Portland industrial sanctuary, where nary a hipster be found. I used it as an excuse to drop in to Playpen. But earlier in the day I noticed a particular buxom blonde dancer on the schedule, who I was interested to see. Most of you fellow travelers know this place, so no detailed review needed.

Said lovely blonde was indeed there but seemed preoccupied with a steady stream of regulars, making small talk and flirting at the bar. A young AA lady tried to make small talk with me, ad was attractive enough and very friendly but I still had hopes of the large breasted blonde. But no matter how much I tried to make eye contact with her and give her the "I'm in love with you, please take me in the back room and have your way with me" look, she wasn't picking up my signal, or wasn't interested in my pathetic loser self.

I wasn't feeling the other entertainers so bailed fairly quickly. Probably just as well, if the rumors of cameras in the private dance rooms are true, they most likely would have prevented the kind of fun I had in mind.