Or maybe he's just the manager
They are all having drinks and there are both male and female strippers dancing on guests in bondage gear, letting them spank them, things like that
I'm surprised at the lack of flesh being shown. For a strip, and all that's going on, I'm surprised, realising that nobody seems to actually be naked
Then I notice that nobody seems to be aroused by any of what's happening
It all feels really weird
I ask for a drink and the owner realises he didn't give me a drink, when he gave everyone else a drink
Someone asks me why I'm not checking out the women and I tell them I'm in love 💞
They ask my her name and I tell them her name is Bradie Mercer and that I've been in love with her since 2012
"The night we first met, I thought to myself, that's the girl I'm gonna marry"
"That's a beautiful name" one of the women in the group with me says and I agree with her
Then, I tell them it's complicated, I may love her, but Bradie hates me
They warn me not to turn into a psychopath or stalker and tell me a story about one of their friends who was in similar situation and became violent
I assure them it will never happen
I start telling them about how I am just going to wait her for her, lonely and sad (miserable), but true and constant, for the rest of my life if I have to and just have hope she'll come back to me eventually
'If you love her, set her free. And if she returns in time, I'll know she's mine'
Then I realise nobody is there listening to me
I get up and move to a different section of the club and find them all sitting in a private room
I explain to them that I was talking to them all in the other room and I didn't realise they'd all left and I was talking to myself, which they all found very amusing
It felt almost as if they'd ditched me on purpose, for fun
Even though they are the ones who dragged ME out, not the other way around
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