I was lonely and went to a male strip club last night where the guys give lap dances. I zeroed in on this gorgeous young Italian stud. Total Jersey Shore-ish juicehead with muscles on top of muscles, which is just my type. Totally shaved except for incredibly hairy pits, which I ached to lick. I intended to get one lap dance for $20 from this guy, but of course I wound up giving this guy a mint.
He kept telling me how handsome I was, how he couldn't believe someone who looks like me doesn't have a bf, and that although he tries to remain romantically detached from the customers, he could really see himself falling for me. With each compliment came another $20 dance. He even got me to do a private champage room, which I wanted to avoid because of the cost. He convinced me to do the champagne room after he told me that he likes me so much that he wanted to spend some quality alone time with me away from the other customers. That cost me $175. Ugh.
Of course I bought it all all hook, line, and sinker, but at the moment it felt wonderful to have this gorgeous 25-year-old who could have anyone he wanted actually find my 45-year-old ass attractive. By the end of the night, I was out over $400. We even exchanged phone nos. Like a giddy fool, I texted him at 2am telling him how wonderful it was to meet him and that I hoped it'd be the beginning of a great relationship. He texted me back with "Who is this?" That crushed me, and woke me up to the fact that he used me as a personal ATM. I feel so stupid.