New low, dissed by strippers

Wow... my ego is through the ground, never had that happen at a strip club before. Backtracking. Was in Atlanta for a brief visit for two friends I haven't seen since I moved, flying back home tomorrow. Most of the two weeks turned out to be a wash - one fwb I was supposed to see was trapped in NC by the hurricane, the other ended up being sick, so just spend the time with family. And I figured I'd blow off some steam before flying back. Did my research, most of ya'll said this was a good evening place.. and I overlooked the 'regulars' bit because I was too happy that I was hearing 'millage'. So I went. I'm not a newbie to strip-clubs (though I'm doing something wrong - in all these years I've walked away with three wonderful new stripper friends that I still hang out with - no charge, just friends - and yet to get any extras anywhere. Nice guy vibe or whatever. If anyone has tips on how to ask for stuff message and save me).

Anyway, not new. I got the drink, tipped the bartender, sat at the rail (does not one else sit at the rail at this place? In Portland they'd run you out the door for just sitting there in the back not giving a single tip). Beautiful girl (Jennifer? Jessica? Some J with small breasts and cute piercings) danced very well. Instantly hooked, had that nice alt-feel I was used to from back home. I tipped casually throughout, as you do. Or as I thought you did, no one else was so much as throwing quarters. That's fine, I liked her, wanted to enjoy her company. Last song's wrapped up and a dancer walks up to her on behalf of another guy and puts $4 in her garter. I think by this point I'd tipped like $12-14. Whatever. I think. So I sit down, wait for her to say hi. She walks past me without a glance and sits with that guy. Ok.... I look at myself. Showered? Yes. Clothes look fine? Yup. Ok. Look around. Maybe 1-2 semi-fit guys, the rest of the patrons I'm probably a few marks over. (I catch myself trying to compare myself to other guys. ... In a freaking strip club. Where 'the dollar decides how far you can go'. JC not a good start) One off, shake it off.

The next few dancers don't interest me. One is a bit thicker than what I was feeling that day. Cute enough don't get me wrong, just not my preference. The one after had a great body but the face was too heavily made-up for what I'm into. Again, fine for someone else. I look around, no one is tipping. (Ok, by end of a song maybe one guy walks up and puts in a dollar in a garter, after the 2nd-3rd song of each dancer) No one is approaching me. Ok..