posts 5/5/2006 8:56 am
5/6/2006 7:53 am
Wait, So Loyal actually did date an exotic dancer?
|Woohoo! Got 2 hours of sleep and I have no idea what I can do in a productive manner. I thought about studying some more (finals next week), but I'm studied out. Not tired enough to go right back to sleep, and there ain't shit to watch on TV. So what do I do? I come back here. |
I figure I'll just tell you about a success I had on one of those chatlines I mentioned earlier. Oh man, was it successful...
This chatline was one where you just left a message describing yourself, and listened to others'. If you liked what they had to say, you left them one (this wasn't live). I was 27 at the time, and was introduced to this thing by a friend as a joke. I called it listened to a few real boring messages, then heard this message from a 20 year old woman who said she was a dancer and was looking for late night fun.
Dancer? Late night fun? I said "hell yeah" (I didn't even think about the possibility of her lying. The voice and the way she described herself was too convincing). I left her a message saying something about how I was always up late at night (I worked 2nd shift back then too), and would love to talk with her.
She replied later that day saying she'd love to talk and asked if we should exchange phone numbers. Being the nice guy I am, I left mine and told her if she was uncomfortable, she needed to make sure she blocked her number as I had caller ID. She not only shocked me by calling that very night (early morning, really), she left her number unblocked. We chatted about her being a dancer and all, and it got into phone sex within, I don't know, an hour?
Just listening to this woman playing with herself drove me crazy. She was loud, but not too loud. She had no problems telling me exactly what she was doing, and how much she liked doing it. And telling me what she'd want done, and... it goes on. I had a blast.
We talked for a good 2 weeks, always ending up with phone sex. I finally proposed to her we actually meet. I'd rent a hotel room so we could still have some secrets, and meet her somewhere. She told me to come meet her after work at the club she worked at that Friday night. We agreed that if we decided one of us had lied, we could just walk away on sight and that'd be it.
Somewhere in between all of our phone conversations the thought did cross my mind she could have been lying about anything. She had told me she was 5'4", dark hair, brown eyes, weighed about 105, had small breasts (didn't figure she's lie about that), and a shaved p..pus... PUSSY (ever since I read that friggin blog I have a hard time typing it).
So that Friday night, after work, I drove down to where she said she had worked (ABCo, for those of you here in Phoenix that know what I'm talking about) at about 2 in the morning. I am not a frequent visitor to strip clubs (waste of freakin money), so I didn't know exactly where the place was. I finally got there about 15 minutes late and drove around the parking lot. I had told her what kind of car I had, but didn't see anyone that fit her description. I figured she had either lied to me about everything, or had chickened out. I began to pull out and I heard a woman yelling my name. I stop, turn around, and....
There's this beautiful black woman in this tight, white, sleeveless, cut really short shirt and tiny black shorts running to my car. OK, she hadn't mentioned she was black, but I've never had a problem with any race, creed, color, religion, whatever. Wasn't sure it was even her 'til she opened the door and gave me a big old kiss. I was in heaven.
I'll keep the rest of that night private, as every other guy here probably goes far into detail on his exploits. Me, all I'll say it was a fun night that lasted for hours, we kept the poor guy in the next room up all night, and we ended up moving in with each other and screwed like rabbits for over a year. She was a sweet girl, but started getting into drugs and doing all those things that you hear dancers do. I tried to help but she wouldn't let me, so I completely broke it off with her after I found out she had cheated on me (WTF is it with women and cheating, anyway).
I do wonder about her still, and hope she came out all right. I've half heartedly tried tracking her down by googling her name, and saw she had been arrested a few years ago for a few minor offenses, and had FTA warrants. *sigh* Too bad, like I said, she was sweet, but just got caught up doing the wrong things, like a lot of us did when we were younger.
So there it is. An experience I'll never forget, and will probably never repeat (never say never in this case). The chances of actually meeting another woman like that are slim, and besides, I'd want someone with less.... complications. I never had a problem with her dancing, as she made good money, and I knew (for a while) she was always coming home with me. But it ended up like you always hear. A dancer has so many guys hitting on her it's gotta be difficult to always say no.
I am JoJo the Circus Boy!
5/5/2006 9:09 am
Great story, and it totally rings true. I'm sorry to hear she turned out that way....but it unfortunately doesn't surprise me.|
On my slow descent in to infidelity while I was married (yeah, I was an asshole who should die, I guess), I started with strip clubs. I am an expert on them, and how to navigate rules and stuff. On a few occasions, I began out-of-club affairs....
One of them, Angel, was so beautiful, smart enough (as many of them are) to do something else, and so on. She had it rough growing up (as many of them did), but she ended up going back to night school, and now has a government job with the courts. She's a success story, and it gives me hope.
And the sex was....sigh. Yeah. It was. We stopped seeing each other when she began to want more of me than I could give. Oh well.
But for every Angel I've known, I've know more like your experience. It's sad.
|rm_LoyalCumpany replies on 5/5/2006 9:44 am:|
So you know what I mean. They're people too, usually with messed up childhoods (incest, abuse, ) and high sex drives (resulting from the abuse). The sex is great, but it seems like if you treat them well they don't know how to react.
I had a long distance relationship with another dancer (we only met face to face twice), that I mentioned earlier somewhere in this blog. She ran her own website for a while (nothing sex, just not quite revealing pics and a guestbook). She got out of the dancer life and is an architect in Vegas. We still email each other once in a while.
But you're probably right. The ratio of women in that profession getting out with productive, independent lives compared to those who fall into some shitty lives is something I don't even want to know.
5/5/2006 7:42 pm
I wrote a whole long post on your last statement.. then figured I came out preachy...lol
some people do lead sad lives.. ad some get out and some don't. All we can do is try to understand them, and help if we have the opportunity.[this statement doesn't really relate to just exotic dancers either]
|rm_LoyalCumpany replies on 5/6/2006 7:57 am:|
We're all like that in many ways.
And I'll help any exotic dancer.. nm. Too crude and false for me to joke about.
5/5/2006 9:38 pm
I'm sorry your story ended up that way, but am glad to hear you had some great experiences with her.|
|rm_LoyalCumpany replies on 5/6/2006 7:59 am:|
Hehe... maybe someday I'll relate some of the crazy things we did sexually. She wasn't just an exhibitionist inside the club, she got me to do things I never would have thought of before (think fast food drive up window)
5/6/2006 12:21 am
*sigh* sorry to hear that. from the way u write that, it seems u like her so much. everyone have their own issues, sometimes it just too hard to let someone help with it, cuz u might depend on that person more than u should do..|
|rm_LoyalCumpany replies on 5/6/2006 8:00 am:|
I miss her, in that "wonder if she is a happy person now" way.
posts5/6/2006 6:39 am
That was a really good story. It shows you that you just never know where or how you meet a good person. But I agree with what you said and what SR said. Some get out of the life and for others it is just too late. It is too bad when someone like her meets a nice man such as yourself but is too caught up in other things to not realize it. Just like you said, when you treat them right they don't know how to react.|
|rm_LoyalCumpany replies on 5/6/2006 8:05 am:|
I have my own faults, trust me (desperation anyone?), so I'm never going to claim I'm the perfect guy. But I do know I have many good traits, like honesty, loyalty, and it's hard for me to get jealous over anything. The jealousy thing may have been the downfall in a couple of relationships, but I just can't do it. If I trust someone, then I trust someone.