Being a grown up is not without it’s challenges, but I’m pretty lucky. I’m a successful and fairly well off guy, but that comes with a price. My work never ends. Sometimes though, I have to make the conscious decision to unplug. Tonight was one of those nights. My wife was working, as usual. My son was gone for the weekend. Tonight I was going to treat myself, and step outside my own head for just a while.
I hadn’t been to a strip club in ages, and I’d never gone by myself. I rolled in early, around 8pm, and grabbed a seat by myself, relaxing into it. I smiled at a nearby waitress and she took my order. Bourbon, neat. Bulliet. Not a bad drink for a place like this.
I’m a better than average looking guy. I’m slightly under 6’ tall, strong, athletic, fit, and just a few years under 40. I was sitll wearing my work clothes, gray slacks, a white shirt, and a tweed jacket. I had lost the tie before I came in. I felt more that slightly out of place in the club, which appeared to be full of lonely old men and wanna-be thugs.