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Down at the Exotic Dancers
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Down at the Exotic Dancers So a few years ago a friend of mine got married. For the bachelor party we didn't get up to anything too wild and crazy. Nothing like some of the horror stories I've heard from OZ and to a lesser extent, the UK. We had a late morning round of golf at a nice course located about an hour drive from the city. Then a trip to a favorite sports bar for a meal and a chance to view the local hockey team play on the big screens. This was of course followed by the inevitable segue to a gentleman's club. Now, it was at this club that something very strange happened to me and it has stuck with me ever since. I had been drinking quite a bit - it was a bachelor party after all  I started at the sports bar and then continued at the club. I was feeling no pain. There was the most beautiful dancer at the club that night. Her stage name was Kelly Kiss. She was a tall, raven-haired goddess. I was captivated. Because my inhibitions were abandoned in a sort of pleasant, beer filled, haze, I found myself reserving a spot for a lap dance. I had never had one before but I had seen some things in movies. I was curious about it; I wondered how much bang you get for your buck, so to speak. So there I am, standing and waiting to go to a booth. Propped up by this aforementioned raven-haired goddess. The light was very dim and the music ear splitting. We walked through a small door, screened by beads and proceeded down a dark hallway. It was amazing how the music was suddenly muted. She asked me my name and if I was single. I was in a transcendent state of euphoria. Here I was walking with this goddess on my arm. What a day! I answered that yes I was indeed single. She asked me why this was and I gleefully replied: "because I am a loser!" Seriously. Gleefully. A big smile and no hint of sarcasm, bitterness or rancor. She stopped dead. I turned to look at her, wondering what the hold up was, still with an idiot grin on my face. "That's enough of that loser talk!" she hissed. Her eyes were hard and full of fire. "I'm sorry, " I stammered, staring at my feet. She calmed down a bit and then we resumed our walk towards the booth. Now, what transpired in the booth I will leave to your imagination. Suffice to say that she was even more lovely than I could have imagined. I have often wondered though, why she got so angry at my loser comment. What was it to her if I am a loser or not? Her vehemence really surprised me. I have often wondered about it since that night. I have come to the conclusion that my innocent, happy revelation may have offended her personally. She really was very lovely and I imagine that she did not want to even consider the remote possibility that she could be dancing privately for a loser. I mean how would my attitude reflect on her? Her skill set, her beauty and her life. I am thinking this is why she reacted in such a way. Anyway, good times. I will have to go there again sometime and try a lap dance sober
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Regardless of what we do in life, we want to feel like everything we do is worthwhile. She probably had a kind heart and a good soul, something overlooked in the profession she had.
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Regardless of what we do in life, we want to feel like everything we do is worthwhile. She probably had a kind heart and a good soul, something overlooked in the profession she had. Thank you
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