Some places you just call you back

It was months and I missed the sight of a woman’s bare skin. Shimmers was a regular hangout for me and it looked the same when I came back. It’s a big open space with two stages at a good height for dancers to get close and slide down into your lap. There are also table with comfortable chairs between the states. The bar is C shaped and has 7 or 8 folks chatting with the bartender who is always nice. Lottery machines on one wall and a television with sports, or nowadays talking about sports and vintage games. They serve bar food, I haven’t tried it but regulars eat it.

There were familiar faces and they recognized me even though I wore a mask. (I have several underlying conditions but my favorite is cowgirl.) All together about a dozen of us paying customers.

I saw about ten dancers listed on the board, which was more than the number I was used to for a weekday afternoon. Several said hello but about half were new to the place. They were all in their twenties and thirties and ran from a few fives to eights. One caught my eye who had a great body and the dance moves of a newcomer, not so skilled but sensuous with a sexy smile. I left extra dollars on the stage to support our local dancers.