conclusion.

Well, that was it. That was my last time there. The last time I saw
her. Fantasy bashing into reality. I had to stop before I get too
serious. Know my limit.

I pondered over what I had written in my journal in the last couple
month and what I had felt in the last couple of months.

My feelings had been so intense. I've always kept my feelings to
myself. And whenever I do express something personal, intentional or
unintentional, it's always intense. An outpouring.

Time to stop visiting strip-clubs for now. I might fall for another.
[you idiot]

Maybe someday I'll return.

But not now.

Cool off.

I won't reveal her name. To you, she'll only be known as "Twentynine".
It was an estimate of her age when I looked into her eyes for the last
time. I can still see them.

If you happen to somehow recognize her from my writings, please treat
her with respect. In fact, from what I had learned from this
newsgroup, treat every dancer with respect. And don't mention to her
about me, though I still think she'd probably forgotten about me by
now. Just another guy. A blur.

I'll stick around reading this newsgroup for a couple more days. Then
afterwards, unsubscribe it from my newsreader. After all, I'm no
longer going to strip-clubs and not be interested in anything related
to strip-clubs. [I know some of you are saying, "yeah, sure. Uh huh.
See you next week. Ha!] [maybe]

Anyway, I've enjoyed what I've read in the last half year. Funny and
sad. The camaraderie that I saw.

Well, time to go. I'll just spend more strolling along the beach,
walking through the park, and watching the sunset. 

exeunt,

mars draconis
 
that little asian black clad black leather motorcycle jacket wearing
computer geek




mars at wco dot com