Heartbroken!

I'm broken-hearted.

Getting to Tampa was always a treat, and it's been a long time since work has gotten me within striking distance. So I was excited to revisit the three or so clubs I used to frequent, the Mons most of all. Some of my most erotic encounters -- not high mileage, just incredibly sexy fun with beautiful nude girls -- took place here, and it's probably a good thing I lived a couple hundred miles away or I'd have been broke all through my 20s and 30s.

And i'd expected changes, I mean, go away for a while and things have gotta change somewhat, if nothing else because of inflation. So when I marched up and was told to pay $25 cover, I figured okay, well, since I don't do this every day, I'll pay whatever just to get in. Inside the club is still small -- intimate, I should say -- and the juke box routine, but new dance floor and new digs, it feels a bit upgraded from what I remembered. And yes, some very beautiful women -- young, natural, not the hardened stripper look that I've gotten so numb to. When one of the beauties came over to chat with me I could feel the anticipation, the thought of all that smooth skin and free hand roaming had me charged up to the max, and wondering whether the old rules of one foot on the floor still existed.