God bless Texas

After my last stop here with A, I was dying to come in and check her out once more. I might have been unsuccessful in my goal, but I definitely found some more variety and another notch to add to the mongering belt.

Rolled into BabyDolls at about 4:30 and paid the $3 cover and grabbed a seat at the bar. My drink was about $5. I took a sip and waited to see if I could spot my target with the tattoos, dark hair, and luscious cans. Though I think at least 30 girls or more were on shift today from a variety of builds and ethnicities, I didn’t see A anywhere. My disappointment was immeasurable. I had a different A, N, F, and J all come over to chat, but none of them were successful in convincing me to get a $20 dance from them. They were all sufficiently hot, I think I was just bummed at potentially not getting A’s Russian finish that I had designs on when deciding to come by.

That was until I met M. She definitely designed herself after Marilyn Monroe and capped off the look with a big pair of manmades that had me totally forgetting about my last visit here. She sauntered over to my seat and after some small talk asked if I wanted a dance while lightly giving me the Texas handshake. I tried to inquire about what her dances were like, and she let me know they were extra special, emphasizing the important word. That won me over.