ATTRACTOR ~ ATTRACTEE
I’m sure you’ve heard many variations on this start of a joke.
I’m out last night (TRANS), with my two LEBSIAN friends and we walk into a bar.
It’s Saturday night at 10 PM, I thought more would be there. It happened to be a TGirl stripper bar with a pole and stage.
“Hmmmm, this could be interesting”, I thought.
There were 6 TGirls with more coming in all the time. I was immediately struck by their shape. Wow, they were built. Very little fat and lean. Most had an itty bitty waist too, which blew my mind. That’s my bugaboo because when you get older, you know where the weight goes first. In the belly.
One was prettier than the other and with high platform shoes, they were really tall. I’m not used to looking eye level at anyone, let alone looking up.
So, let me set the stage. I knew I was going out to some cutting edge places so I dressed accordingly.
Dark eye makeup. Check.
Tight, really short skirt. Check.
Really big boobs. Check….Oh yeah. They felt wonderful.
Blonde hair. Check.
We walk in…
Music pumping. Stripper pole being worked. Get the picture?
Not kidding. Within 60 seconds, a guy turns his head from the bar, walks over to me, says this is for you. You look incredible. And proceeded to slip a dollar under my skirt. Yes it’s tight enough to hold it.
I’m perplexed, confused, and flattered all at the same time.
I dressed pretty provocative so I guess I deserved the dollar? Yeah, maybe so.
But what a thrill that someone would even do that.
You see, for me as a married, committed CD, the thrill is not sex. I’m not looking for sex. I’m looking for the nuance. I want to experience the desire, romance, attraction, MOJO etc. of being the ATTRACTOR instead of the ATTRACTEE.
Maybe some can identify with this. I love my wife. We’ve been married 30 years. I’m forever grateful she gives my space to figure Gwen out. I’d love nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with her as both a girlfriend and husband. We shall see how that transpires. We have our challenges as I’m sure you do as well.
So, I’m figuring things out. Who knows where the road will lead.
Back to my story…
I struck up a lengthy inquisitive conversation with a few. I tipped them, knowing time is money for them. I roll like that.
They were surprisingly open to chat and very friendly. After compliments and small talk, I started with the questions. I don’t think it appropriate to tell here what I asked them. No it wasn’t how I could be a poll dancer.
It’s an experience I’ll remember for a very, very long time.
Wow, that’s an amazing experience!
Sorry cant help being envious, what a night You had, lucky You. Wish I had the guts to do the same.
You can build up courage. It takes time and repetitive actions.