Last night I’m at Lollipop bar using another coupon I won at the SOB raffle. Free beer! So, I decided to share the bounty by calling one of the dancers down for a lady drink. I usually go for the one who looks like she doesn’t get much male attention. The gal in the back doing an aimless shuffle seemed to fit the bill.

Now, I’m just going for conversation anyway, so looks ain’t that big a deal. I do like them kind of shy and sweet though. There’s a charm to innocence (even in a whore bar) I suppose. Well, my instincts were off on this one.

Geez, she was all over me. Touching and wanting to be touched. It wasn’t that she was rubbing me the wrong way *ahem*, but that’s not what I was there for. Of course, I am a man and before too long the little head started doing my thinking, and he was thinking “fuck that no bar fine rule. You know you want what she’s offering!” So me and my big head paid the tab and got the hell out of there while the getting was good.

Back out on the street I was trying to decide where to go next. I figured Alley Cats was a pass since Marissa was working. I walked in that direction though, halfheartedly thinking I’d pop into Rosie’s, which is next door to Alley Cats. And lo and behold, I run into Marissa walking up the street. I teasingly accused her of stalking me, and she took me serious saying “no, I’m not stalking, I’m going to pick up food”. Okay then. She asked if I was bar hopping and I shrugged and said “sort of”.

I wound up going to Alley Cats.

Time for darts. More of this story to come.