Men at the Club


I can’t believe how I get just as suckered into liking customers too much as they do to me. I mean, yes, this is supposed to be business, but damn, it is the most personal business I have ever encountered. It is amazing how I just like to live my life scandalously, as opposed to how I used to live: safely and predictably. I just happened to meet DJ Mike for the second time in the pas month or so. Like other guys I have an interest in, who I meet at the club, I only had a vague recollection of who he was when he approached me onstage. I always know when a customer is mine though, it’s funny. The look in his eyes, it says so much , so much that not even words can express so I will dare not try with words such as lust or longing : this word does not exist yet. He wanted me with an almost star-struck fervor, with a hungriness in his look, not at my body, but into me, into my eyes, and wow do I love it when that happens, because often it is just chemistry and I am just as smitten as he.

Later Mike would tell me that he warned his friend about me, saying “if this girl approaches me, I’m telling you I’m in big trouble.”
Two hundred and fifty dollars in my pocket later, I find that he’s not the one in trouble, but I am, who has a man at home and who cannot communicate with this man in the way that I communicate with DJ Mike. Interesting man, this one is, for sure. Young, only two years my junior, he actually is not as good-looking as he is in my mind. You know what I mean? I mean in my mind, when I look at him, I see beauty, but then on the other hand, you look at him just physically on the whole and the sum of his parts do not equate with hotness, which is awesome because it means I am attracted to his soul, and because beauty fades, this is the most important type of attraction. Thank God though, that he is not too good looking or I’d be really done for!

Fortunately, though, I know when I leave the club, as usual, he will be forgotten yet again.

I am in a relationship, living with somebody at home. I love this man. I need to do something with my life again. No more dancing for me, G-d willing, soon I will be financially free so that I may stop doing this awful yet almost awesome thing.