And that was the moment I fell in love. Buried under strobe lights, robed in colorful lasers that pierced through dark smoky air. The room was graced with beauties gliding the floor professionally walking in 8 inch heels. Brunettes, redheads, blondes, tattooed, short, tall, and many other women surrounded us, half naked, and incredibly stunning, illuminating confidence. God, I was scared, to say the least. My friends and I walked over to the table that was close enough to see the women on stage, but far enough so that the gorgeous creatures wouldn’t see the sweat conquering our foreheads. 5 whole minutes we sat there, watching other people being smothered in these women’s lovely bosoms, inhaling the scent we had only dreamed to breathe in. I felt defeated at that moment, knowing that my shyness was going to win. Then I realized, that we were all here for a reason, whether it be the dancers here to work and make money, or the guests, here to enjoy themselves in the company of these lovely ladies. I took a deep breath, cheered myself on in my mind, and felt my legs move my body over to the illuminated stage where I experienced my first “stage show”.
The night went on, my friends followed and soon we were all enjoying ourselves. Who knew that the night would get better? My love for blond beauties was not lost on my good friends, so when it came time for me to get my first lap dance, the first thing I asked for was a blonde. I sat there, feeling nervous and excited all at once. I looked up, and I swear the room fell into a black hole, and left me with her. She was tall, with an incredible head of golden waves, and the most striking eyes I had ever seen. My heart was caught in my mouth, wanting to be freed to tell this heavenly creature everything only a soul can say. But I couldn’t, not now anyway. She smiled, and the cool air that chilled the room rose at least 20 degrees. She kneeled down close to me, laying her hand on my thigh and whispered in the most tender voice, “ Hi, I’m Angel”. She truly was an angel.
The connection was undeniable, but in my mind, it was definitely doubted. What I carry is what some would describe to be a doubting confidence. I know I can get the girl, but when I do have her in my hands, I always ask myself, “ Why would a woman this beautiful want to stay with me?”. Angel was no different than any other beautiful woman who came into my life, and to only heighten my doubt, she had to have been the most beautiful woman I had ever seen or had the pleasure of speaking with. She was a sweetheart; funny, cute, and she actually found my bashfulness to be endearing. To my surprise, the moments we shared after the lap dance became the moments I would never forget. And it was the same for every visit I had with this woman.
For every visit after the first, the other faces, the other women became merely smeared colors in the background when I was with her, reassuring me that this was not just a dream. Our conversations found a new depth each time she shared a piece of her with me. Soon we would find ourselves sharing hours together simply talking. Jealousy was never a factor because she treated no one else the same way. My Tuesday, Wednesday, and Sunday nights were my nights with Angel. Those few nights a week soon turned into 2 and a half years having her in my life. A priceless addition to this young woman’s heart. My heart carries her secret and love, while hers carries mine and holds my hand through the most heated and electrifying dreams and memories.
