Waste my money? Or don't waste it?

Sometimes it's tough to know which is worse. Wasting money? Or not wasting money? That's been my story at the Playhouse lately.

There are two issues are the root of this dilemma. First, the line-up at Playhouse hasn't been all that great. Even in the evening, the girls still skew older and often heavier. (The fact that they are mostly Brazilian is irrelevant.) Second, for many of us, the standard here lost much of its allure around the time we graduated from high school. What I'm saying is, once I started fucking, I stopping hoping for handjobs.

I visited on three evenings over four weeks. To no one's surprise, I saw the pretty much the same core group each time. Some are harmless. Some are relentless scavengers. These mark you before the door can close behind you. Then before you know it, they're at your side as if they've been assigned to collect your cover. One of the games I play to keep it interesting is to try to select a seat that will increase the odds that the worst scavenger will be diverted by some PL before she can reach me. Worked two of three times this round.