Tale of wasted time and PPS....

You can't assume anything about this place. Who checks the parking lot to see if it's crowded or busy? I did last night and it was full of cars, and late, so I came back today.

Inside, most tables were occupied, but it was not crowded. I counted no more than ten girls and mostly 4's and 5's, and maybe two 7's. I was looking for trouble (in every sense) and eventually found 'it'. I sat at the bar and made eye contact with the girl on stage and she came right over after her set. Not bad, a little spaced and probably not my type, but she was trying hard and asked me to buy her drink. I did, she ordered it, and excused herself for a quick smoke (there is no smoking in this club.....I love that....there's a separate room with air scrubbers and that's where everybody goes). Half an hour later her drink is (still) waiting at the bar, and she comes out and meets some regular.

I shrugged it off and ordered food. New rule: don't buy drinks for someone you've never met before. The burger is to my liking and I'm ready to cut my losses. But 'trouble' shows and I'm a glutton for punishment. I buy her a drink....(ugh, what is wrong with me!)....and go VIP for a couple of uninspired dances. I'm not feeling it.....and she's begging me for a ride home....omg this is not my scene. I want fun without attachment, I want fantasy without baggage.......and I don't want to see anyone I've met here, outside this establishment. I'm not going in her direction so she says she'll get an uber. I hate this. She's pathetic and I'm starting to feel that way myself. I'm here for fantasy....nothing more....and I'll ever feel the same about this place. I like Criket but I think I need a new club. Maybe I'm done with clubs altogether. Tonight....yechh!