Luja, Oktombro 6, 2008

Last night did not promise to be much fun. I was dropping Annica off at the stripclub and although she wanted me to stick around and drive her home I was just not feeling it, though I had agreed to at least hang out long enough for a drink or three. We got to the club half an hour before she was scheduled to arrive and so we threw a couple quarters down on a pool game and killed some time with a game that ended all too soon. The music played on and I hit my second glass of jaegermeister before turning around to see someone who I had not seen in at least six months, not since I had run off to tour with the carnivals in any case. The woman in question was Morgan and, for the first six months of my time in this town, she had been the one dancer in the club who could turn me stupid. But she had burned out on dancing several months ago and disappeared in one big flash, donating all her outfits to the other dancers before walking off into the normal world of plainclothes and paychecks.

She was someone whom I had definitely been missing.

Morgan was speaking with three men who popped in every once in awhile and they seemed to recognize her, the general consensus in the air being one of appreciation. I stood and waited for her to notice me and once she did she came over and we spoke and it felt like she had never even been gone. It sure did not feel like the six months she claimed it had been. Of course Annica was kind of pissed about her return, seeing as she had never liked Morgan much in the first place, but I was not all that concerned about her feelings in that issue. She has been annoying me far too much these past few weeks and if she was allowed to continue loving her loser husband without my input then I was allowed to ignore her feelings concerning one of the few people in this town who actively tries to make me feel good about myself. Besides which Morgan has always given the best lapdances ever and it had been a long time since someone had been able to get inside my head like she could.

The evening continued and I stayed longer than I had planned, in part because I wanted to reconnect with Morgan and catch up on old times. My other reason for staying was that I had missed the lapdances and so I ponied up enough cash for three and away the two of us went. Without sharing too many details I can let you know that she broke me for the rest of the evening and that all week long my clients have all been asking about the deep red parade of scabbed scratches peppering my otherwise unmarked backside. For some reason their eyes always light up once they find out that the nails which left me so marked belong to a stripper and that she has always been my favorite. I guess the idea that a woman can enjoy the same entertainments that they enjoy just never comes to mind for most men, except in fantasy land. It is sometimes amusing to me, the fact that their supposedly impossible fantasies seem to be regular very normal parts of my day to day life. Besides which my back does look so good in red.

After the night had finished and the club was closing I wound up driving both Morgan and Annica home. To say that Annica was displeased would be an understatement but I could not bring myself to care about her insignificant jealousies. Holding grudges over minor issues is the mark of an immature heart and I am not about to enable that sort of behavior even in my friends. Fortunately she behaved herself during the drive and both of them wound up cracking jokes at the expense of my driving skills and the strong resemblance I bear to a speed demon. There was one mishap because I drove several blocks too far but it was only because I was too preoccupied with the way that Annica bases all of her decisions on a husband who is too immature and jealous to do anything with his life except leech off his woman. In the end I got both friends home at a reasonable time of night, after which I went home and passed out in my bed with only four hours to sleep and a beautiful seventy pound rottweiler named Shotgun taking up two-thirds of the bed.