Wow. What a difference. ...

Wow. What a difference. I got humiliated tonight by a few select individual party poopers. To tell you the truth, the girls were excellent, hence the dancer rating of 9. The staff was completely different on this night. The vibe was odd to say the least.

The first girl to approach me is a beautiful mommy with a tattoo of KK on her back of her two kids. We chatted a bit and I asked how much they charge for hugs. She gave me a hug and said I just have to get a lap dance from her. I don't remember her name anymore though...

The reason why is there was a big guy with a shaved head on the Stage Couch, which I was cool with. He left to the VIP room to get a lap dance. No problem at all. There were plenty of girls to go around. She took me to the couch where the guy's jacket was though and he came walking over all pissed off like he owned the couch looking for a fight. I'm only like 5'8", 160 pounds. This guy had at least 100 pounds on me. He came charging over to us and kicked us off the couch. The girl got scared and we had to move. I'm non-violent unless I am in a life or death situation. I turned to walk away to give him his space and he walked up behind me, my vision blacked out for a split second, and my head f$cking started throbbing. Anybody familiar with D.A.R.E.?