arcanite

Last night I got part of my birthday present. Which was about three hundred dollars and a nice trip to a strip club. It was wonderful, bittersweet, and educational.

Aradia and I are looking for a girl to join us, but I had two worries. 1. Would I get jealous? 2. How much do I really like women? Sure, lifelong fantasies, oogling on the street, making out...but I'm still a virgin when it comes to the gals...

Well I need not worry.. So that's great, I learned something, gained confidence, and appeased my mind.

Then, there was a stripper at the club that really liked girls. She stole me away from Aradia for a bit, and although she danced with both off us, she mostly concentrated on me. And --get this-- she was my size!!! And fucking hot, and smart. It doesn't get much better.

I wish I wasn't a client. I wish I had met her at Starbucks so I could have asked for her number. I wish I knew whether she liked me, or just thought I was hot, and knew she could get a ton of money from me. Aaah, so bittersweet.

I always like the wrong people. And even if I wasn't a client, she didn't seem interested in Aradia. And while that's unfortunate, that's not a really big deal. I can play alone, however, I want to play with him and another girl first.

I miss her. I wish it wasn't bad ettiquitte to ask for a number. Poooh. I'll have to save up my money, and see her again, alone.

D. I hope you know who you are. I miss you already.