Girl of my dreams?

I saw the girl of my dreams at Sweethearts. What a disappointment.

Early 20s, she danced like she's been dancing for dollars all her life. Real dance moves and pole skills were just the starters. She looked us in the eye. That sly smile. She made us want that slim, taut body. She has a bikini contest booty and wavy soft hair. That face. Not hard like a model. Beautiful like a girlfriend.

This is not why I was disappointed. Nor was it the dancers before and after. If they weren't quite girls of my dreams, they were pretty with good figures. The bartender was a hottie - and friendly. The $5 beer was cold. Stools were in good repair. Bar seemed by and large germless. College hoops on the TV. They served what looked like a good hamburger and french fries. Bathroom was clean. Parking lot was ... parkable.