From: vissidarte@aol.com (VissiDarte)
25 Jun 1996 03:03:09 -0400

Current Situation:
 
I also have decided on a sabbatical from strip clubs. 

For two reasons: the main reason is that the girl I am currently 
infatuated with, A****, is off on a 5 week vacation.
The second reason is that I want to see if I **can** return to
normal life. 

Keep in mind that before I became a "regular" at a club in January I
had never before been in any strip club in my life, let alone 
someplace as intoxicating as a full contact lapdance club.

I fell for the fantasy world straight away. I mean the first woman I
had a lapdance with I ended up having sex with later at the local hottubs.


$ 1,000

And the first woman at the club that knocked me out with her body I 
asked out ... and she said yes! 

 $ 3,000

I became a "regular" to lots of girls. I was blowing several hundred
per visit. Reaching a personal best ( worst ) of $ 800 in one nite.

$ 6,000

I fell for my high school dream girl. You know, the cheerleader that
never, ever, looked my way.

$ 9,000

The girls kept changing. Every week a familiar face was gone. So I
was always trying out someone new.

$ 10,000

Finally **SHE** appeared. I **had** to be with her. I took long
lunches from work to drive into the city to catch her on her day
shifts. Evenings I forgot about all the girls that chalked me up as 
an easy couple of lapdances. I forgot about my cheerleader. 

$ 11,000

I was in a daze whenever **SHE** was around. I tried out the SugarDaddy
routine. 

$ 13,000

Who cares what a leather outfit costs. I was out shopping with **HER**.
Hey a girl needs boots you know!  

Finally I caught a whiff of common sense and said " Girl, I'm crazy
about you but I am not crazy you know. I can't spend $ 500 everytime
I see you."   She said that was fine and that I should only buy her
things when I **wanted** to. I figured that was the end of being with
her.  Turns out she still needed me, well at least she needed my car.
Not many strippers here have cars. So I continued to see her. Drive
her on errands around the city, drive her home after her shift.

And this is where it stands now as she takes off for vacation. Me
escorting a beautiful woman 1/2 my age around the city. Everyone knows
whats up. I think to myself what a silly fool I am. And then I recall:

Margaritas at an outdoor restaurant on San Francisco Bay. In her old- 
fashioned sunglasses she looks like a movie star. We speak in our
high school French to eachother.  I tell her I have to take my niece
to the big amusement park tomorrow. " Oh take me too", she says. I
hesitate.  She adds, " I won't tell her what I do."  She is radiant, 
the most beautiful woman in the place.

Yeah, like I'm gonna give that up...