To the Stripper Who Left her Mark – m4w – 29 (frankford/dallas)
Date: 2012-04-17, 10:36PM CDT
Wow! What a night! (Sat the 6th to be exact.) Never in my life have I ever had such a long and exhausting night! Little did I know as I was purchasing my fat bottle of gentlemen’s jack in Addison (you were probably just waking up or starting your day) that our paths would cross in such a crazy way. Ahhhhhh… I am still taking it all in!
First of all, Thanks! Thanks for putting up with myself and my 3 friends who had by the time we arrived at your establishment, already put down a bottle of crown and around 1/2 ounce of chronic. Please excuse how shyly we walked to the door being as none of us had ever held handles of liquor as we pushed our way into such a posh environment before.
Tell your blonde friend who seemed destined to get me to pay the 30 dollar VIP dance throughout the night that her eyes were crossing every 5 or 6 seconds and to lay off the ice, or slow down on the x.
No I dont want the VIP dance. Yes I know thats where you can do all your “tricks”
I write this with hope that you remember me; I’ll tell you how I will never forget you…
After we hooked up several times in the club, and 2 ATM trips later I found that my almost drunken puking marathon was interrupted by a wave of heroin. Yes those tabs are real. Thanks.
Once my friends started to feel that rush, one left in a cab with haste, and without telling anyone.
Thats ok, she (yes she) always does that.
Another looked at me, his wallet empty (and the atm refusing to dispense any more cash) and gave me the go ahead glance and motioned to the door. The ride home was nice… I really didnt want the night to end… really just wanted some house or break beats and a dance floor… and well maybe even you.
Once we got to my friends extremely comfy loft at the Davis building, we broke out his bong and like little boys, exclaimed who was better at this, which chick had the best legs, or how close someone was to that…
I was in the corner, quietly smoking my cigarette when it happened! I looked down. Focused my now non-cooperating eyes, had I been cut? Shot? Stabbed?
It was you! You didnt have too! All nice and neat, like a little special crimson Christmas present. A three by two perfectly square period stain, followed by 4 or 5 more slightly smaller ones that somehow had made the exact shape of the big dipper. AWESOME!
My friends had no idea what I was doing nor were they paying attention to that special moment we shared right there in my friends apartment. I took off my shirt, and then my white tee (as that is where you decided to let aunt flow stay) and proceeded to hang it on his wall.
You see, in lofts there are stray nails all over the walls and like a punch of fate there were two nails equal distance apart to display your trademark in all its glory. I even signed it for my friends.
They were very jealous.
I am in love. Please respond with which club I am referring and maybe your stage name. (I miss you casandra)