The other thread went a little south but I have an amusing little story of my first real "date" with a dancer I thought I would share.
OK. Here’s my first experience ever “dating” one of these ladies.
I frequented a San Antonio club called Baby Dolls. I hang out there a lot after I closed my club because it was nearby and some of the people working for me liked it. I met “Sasha”, a young blonde dancer, one night and after talking to her off and on for weeks came to get to know her fairly well.
Or so I thought.
We went to breakfast a few times at a nearby IHOP,she wearing the typical TShirt and Jeans, me always in a suit. Strange couple but look at any Jims, Denny’s or IHOP around 3AM near stripclubs and you’ll see similar pairings.
After a month or so she started bugging me to take her out to a nice dinner. She knew I went to some of the city’s finer restaurants and claimed to never get to go out nice.
Yeah. Sure I thought. Beautiful young lady any guy would give his left nut for and no one taking her out? Sure.
So I told her to dress up nice and I would take her out to a very nice place one evening.
She was excited.
The day comes and I make reservations at La Camelia at the Wyndahm which is convenient to my club as well as where she lives. Upscale European fine dining. One of those places that took pictures of regular or well known clients and put them on the walls in fancy frames. (I’ll never forget the night my 1st wife noticed my picture on the wall in 3 different locations with 3 different ladies. She’s the “Ex” wife now. But that’s another story)
So I drop by her place on the evening we agreed on. As I get out of the car to go to her door this bronze gal comes bouncing out the front door of her apartment wearing a gold lame miniskirt, black corset, gold jacket buttoned at waist, black fishnet hose and a large brim pink floppy hat.!
Her idea of “nice”!
Pretty ugly picture? That’s not the worse of it. Sasha was infatuated with being tan.
Sasha was also incredibly lazy and seldom crawled out of bed before 3-4 in the afternoon missing all the sun.
This was 1986 and “tanning pills” were on the market. Advertised to turn the skin a nice bronze “natural” look. Once again . This was 1986…… All kinds of novelty items back then. Although the “burnt orange ”hue on the surface of her skin was tolerable in low light, the pills had tuned all the naturally white parts on her (palms, soles, ) a “glow in the dark orange!
What the hell had I got myself into? A glow in the dark hooker from hell!
So as I’m seating her in the car I’m thinking to myself “maybe the drive thru of McDonalds”.
But daddy raised a true gentleman and I had gotten myself into this mess. So I sucked it up.
We arrived at the restaurant and Zeke, the maitre’d, summed up the situation quite rapidly.
“Mr K. So good to see you this evening” he said. “I’m so sorry your regular table is not available tonight but if you follow me I have a wonderful location for you and your lady”
Off to the back…… and into a corner…… we went. He disappeared for a few minutes and the lights dimmed.
A lot.
A few minutes later he arrived at the table with vase of flowers that appeared “picked” from the lobby arrangements. He placed them in the center of the table in front of Sasha and stated that the flowers I had ordered for the lady had arrived earlier.
Now Sasha is in heaven. This place carried one of the highest ratings for service and here she was all dressed up being waited on and fussed over by the finest. With Flowers even!
In reality….. She’s in the back, in a corner, in the dark, and behind a tree!
At the end of the evening I excused myself telling her I would bring the car around closer to the entrance.
Reality? I was getting out of there so no one would see me with her. Zeke walked her to the door for me.
Zeke got slipped a Franklin at the end of the night for the creativity he displayed. The next time I went in he commented that she was not “my normal type of companion”.
Sasha and I became good friends over the years and eventually she learned to dress appropriately. I only experienced one other serious scare as she planned to attend a fund raiser at the Dominion with me and I overheard her talking to a friend about whether to wear the "Lime Green nini dress or the Blue shimmer mini-gown" I all of a sudden developed a need to go out of town on business that day.
She did have the ability to make me laugh at times no others could. Sweet gal.
I learned also after that to offer to take a lady shopping for a new outfit sometimes if I had a special place in mind for dinner. I avoided embarrassment and she had an extra special night in a new outfit.
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