OK, I'm back. What was I going to say....
So, I'm on the road again. Business. Went to a strip joint with my business partner, as business men tend to do when they're on the road. At least i assume that's what they do.
Businessmen..... I always wanted to be a businessman. In retrospect, this seems like a pretty bad goal and a very lame achievement. After all, almost everyone has business of some sort to take care of. And, if you're a man and you have some form of business to look after, even if it's just paying your bills or going to court to fight that beastiality charge, then, by default, you're a businessman.
Anyway, back to the strip joint. Not literally, they're closed now, just as a flashback for the purpose of this thread.
So, for the first time in a long time, I'm at a strip joint and not really interested in being there. All I can think of the whole time, is a certain someone that I have become..... attached to, quite fond of, enamoured with. It's an impossible/wonderful relationship that shoudn't really happen. It's complicated.
Anyhow I spend most of the night texting back and forth with my.... what?... my girlfriend?, my SO?, my protege?, sugarbaby? We've tried to define it. It's still complicated.
So the dancers keep approaching me. And I'm trying to be polite. But, honestly, they don't compare and they don't have a chance. Some of them get pissed off. One girl calls me a "faggot loser who'd rather suck cock than get a dance from a hot girl with no clothes on" and tried to take my phone and throw it across the room. But she did it in this kinda hot and, at the same time annoying, Rosie Perez voice, so it didn't really have the desired affect.
Time in bar: 4 hours
Bar tab: $35 + tip
Dances: $0
Realizing you'd rather be with someone else: priceless
Figuring out how to make this work: who the fuck knows?