I don’t make it around to my old haunts much anymore. And when I do, it’s generally during the day. Good because I’m not big on crowds, but also bad because I never know any of the girls who are working.

Last week I went to Lucky Devil with a friend of mine for a few drinks and as soon as we sat down I noticed an old custie of mine from the Shack. He was sitting at the rack with his head tilted slightly to the right, staring longingly at the vag of the young dancer on stage. I used to do shows with this man, both at the Shack and at my apartment, so I’ve seen that head tilt many times before. He was nice enough, but always maintained that little bit of creep factor, no matter what we were talking about or doing. Maybe I just think he’s creepy because he always shook a little while running his hands up and down my body..? Sort of reminds me of a chihuahua.

Anyway, when the dancer’s 3rd song was nearing a close, I downed the remainder of my drink and figured I might as well get this inevitable reunion over with. I swiveled my chair so it angled towards the stage and waited for him to get up from the rack. When he did, I waved and his bearded little face lit up. We chatted for a bit and reminisced, and he was unfortunately his same old creepy self, even though I hadn’t seen him in over a year. Luckily, as the conversation was waning, the 3rd member of our party showed up and we headed out for another club on Powell.

Question: Do any other females out there use the men’s bathroom when the women’s is locked/occupied?

The only other time I’ve even been to Rose City (formerly Cocktails and Dreams) was the night it (re)opened. It was packed that night, but I’m guessing the hype has died down since. When we walked in, I counted 5 bodies – 2 dancers, 2 customers (one at the rack, one at the bar) and the bartender. I would say maybe the after-work crowd had yet to arrive, but when we left an hour later, there was only 4 people inside (bartender, one custie and two dancers).

We sat down at the bar and I look to the right and see another guy I hadn’t seen in a while, only this time it had been close to 5 years. I had met him initially while I was working at one of the Dolphin Clubs. The first show we did I made over 500 for an hour, and then I guess he got comfortable with me after that and decided he wanted to date me instead of pay me. I totally would have dated him, but only if he was supporting me in some way… and he didn’t seem very interested in that.

It took me a minute to get up the courage to talk to him, because I wasn’t 100% sure it was him. So, I asked him his name and, low and behold, it WAS him. There was a seat between him and I, so he scooted over to it so we could talk without yelling. He really is a nice guy, but we don’t have anything in common. I think the only reason the conversation went on as long as it did was because I was on my 4th drink of the evening, and I get super talkative after about the 2nd drink.

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I know it’s bad form, but I just got super distracted while writing this post. So I figure I’ll just end it now, as opposed to letting it go on and on without continuity.

BOTTOM LINE: Portland is a small town.