Not My Fantasy

I usually come by Fsntasies if I have to pick someone up late at the airport, usually on Sunday. It was 8:30, they scanned my ID and charged a $5 cover. With fewer than 10 dancers and even fewer customers, the cover seems like a customer filter more than anything. The cute red headed bartender was there and served me an $11 rum and coke and later an $11 pulled pork sandwich with tons of tater tots.

With one WOC exception, every gal was seriously tattooed. Mostly they were caucasian, and mostly with all the charm and warmth of the girls on “The Rich Housewives of (wherever)” on Bravo or whatever channel. With the 1-way laps being a turn-off and the apparent dancer share of those being pretty low, the tip walk is about the only way to interact with the girls unlike you are a regular. My one attempt at making conversation with one of the girls (remarking on her tattoo) fell flat and she went over to the Chinese business guy in the far side of the enormous bar, on the far side of the center stage.

Usually I can count on some eye candy and 1-2 friendly encounters on a Sunday night here. Not tonight.