The fun was fleeting. TT still sucks

I'm going to start by explaining how I ended up at Tattletales, a club I'd promised never to visit again.

This evening actually began at SugarNSpice. This was an act of despair because experience has shown the chance of oral (or sex) at SnS is remote. Not zero. though. So there I was. But only long enough to see who was on stage. One glance at her flabbiness, her utter unattractiveness sent me back to my car.

This was a policy that I instituted when this same dancer danced at the once-great Ballpark nearby (read my Tuscl articles: Blowjobs on Christmas). As soon as I would see her at BP, I'd leave. Couldn't bear the thought of watching her pretend to be sexy when she's the opposite of that. U turn. Out the door. And now from SnS too.