lori, michigan

Circa 2004 I met a very hunky, ex-hockey player (Jason) at a Halloween party. My friend and I ended up accomping his party (he had rented a SUV Limo) and we went into the Detroit afterhours underworld. WOW - he was hot and completely doated on me.

The following Tuesday he called and properly asked me out. He knew of a nice place in Dearborn that had supposedly GREAT food. He showed up in a suit - so I had high hopes that he might be a keeper.

He opened the car door for me, kissed me on the cheek, and conversation flowed smoothly until we arrived.

We had pulled up to the valet of the "Toy Chest" - A strip club. I asked "Are you serious", and he again told me yes, it is a strip joint, but the food is awesome.

Whatever, I had never been to a strip club so what the hell. We walked in, and he was swarmed by the ladies (aparently he knew them all). We were seated, given menus, and ordered drinks. The menu consisted of appetizers......I continuously remind myself that this is an experience.

We got some of the overpriced appetizers, and more drinks. Then some of the "ladies" joined us, and he bought them some drinks. He left for a long while (later I found out he was snorting coke as I was offered some). He returned, more ladies come over to say hi, and he got them drinks as well.
I am now completely bored. The strip club was D class. My hopes of a fabulous date are over. The check comes................oh wouldn't you know................he forgot his credit cards and only has a $20. The bill was $160ish. He asked if I could cover it, and he promised to pay me back. but never did.