The 2 Saddest Possible Moments in Man World

1) When you drink and drink and cannot seem to get drunk.

2) When you have a pocket full of cash, ready to blow it, but none of the strippers piqué your interest.

Since I don't drink anymore, the first one is no longer a possibility.

Last night I stopped by a local strip club I had not been to in probably two years. Downtown was dead, I was bored, I had already trained and eaten, and....the wordless call of boredom beckoned me out as I was off work the following day.

Of course, in depressingly predictable fashion, a girl from **** I briefly dated several years ago was working the door. I recognized her by the tattoo on her arm. She had the shame/embarrassment she tried to pass of as haughtiness whereby a girl who once looked down on girls employed at such a place was now working the door in a padded push-up bra, flashing a smile to guys looking for cheap thrills and illusion on a Tuesday night.

I couldn't blame her. Times are tough, the recession and all.
That and her inability to work in any real or substantive capacity.
A pretty face can pay the bills, depending on how she's willing to work. That sense of self she has challenged by the cold reality that this is how she's paying her bills.
Too bad, so sad, and all that. I'd feel more sympathy if she hadn't faked some of the ice queen-ness. But as it is, good luck babe.

At any rate, the girls were working hard to make that paper as I'd barely sat down and had time to order a soda by the time a girl CLEARLY tweaking out on something sat down to harass me about a feature dance coming up in a few minutes. She immediately hit me with the rapid fire questions which I clearly didn't want to answer. I all but told her she was simply too intense for me and considered asking her to give me some space.She claimed she had to drink to work on a Tuesday night there, but she was WAY too jittery and jacked up for it to be booze. Her pupils were heavily dilated, and whatever it was, it was hitting her in waves which I could almost feel. She was a vegan to top it off, and the old irony of jacking yourself up with illegal drugs while being steadfast about your diet shouted cognitive dissonance but I simply let that pass and hoped she would leave.

A tatted up Asian girl shyly flirted with me telling me how handsome I was, but you can never take these things seriously and she was also high in one capacity or another.
Some very cute blonde girls with that young fresh-faced look I prefer more and more these days danced onstage and I tipped them for a bit. There was quite a variety in the different types of girls which I appreciated. Another local place is roughly half black, half white with a couple Hispanics and an Asian girl in there. But all in all, each group roughly looks the same.
This place, however, had a pleasant mix of girls.
There were the new, young, fresh-faced girls, the older, professional ones who clearly had their game dialed down pat et cetera. The security guys were relatively friendly and I'd go back.

I really just wanted a chick to sit on my lap with her arm draped across my shoulder in silence more than talk or pretend to care about one another's day while she tries to subtly groom me as a regular customer.
I'd have paid a good amount for just that but we can't always get what we want, even when we're willing to pay.

As it is, the holidays are shutting everything down. I'm hitting the gym, eating a good dinner, then I do not know what.