T" is a tall, thin, blond...

T" is a tall, thin, blond with perky B cup breasts and a face that looks a bit like a young Daryl Hannah. GP and I belly up to the bar and get a couple of drinks and no sooner then T appears GP is drooling. I ask her if she wants a bib, she gives me an elbow to the ribs.

We say our hellos but T is apparently looking for someone she thought she was going to get a dance with earlier. Her mind is on her money and her money on her mind so off she goes. GP puts a four inch stiletto into my arch and I make sure to ask her to come back to see us as I wince in agony. I swear that is why she hangs with me, to get me to do her dirty work for her. I feel so used.

We go and get a table and listen to the DJ play the music way too loud and talk too much.

I see someone I know and invite her over to sit with us. My type, which happens BTW to look just like GP just not gay, is precisely "G". To GP G is like looking in a mirror and she isn't particularly interested [though in a pinch I suppose]...

I wind up talking to her and get a table dance while GPs head remains on a swivel looking for T to come back.