Alen and the stripper ⇐ Pick Up

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The beginning of the topic, for understanding strip clubs.
The first story, tragic, Alenya ...
Not my story, friend. But mine is similar and differs in details. In general, the atmosphere is completely similar…
The hero is deeply married, over time, emotions have dulled ...

Everything is described in the form of a story:
In the vain bouquet of everyday life, I ended up in a strip club by accident, as if fate had brought me to this place. A light format club, that is, by definition, there is no sex on the menu, but everything from the available menu has been tried ... Memory to keep picturesque memories: I left the club at night with a feeling of some kind of emptiness in my soul. However, if you spent the first night in a club of this kind, you will also have such feelings, since there is an element of incompleteness. The format of the event seemed to me not completely clear, without causing a storm of emotions ... rather because of age and experience, at 25 years old it would probably have been a friend. These are already some internal principles: you should share your body and play hugs only with a person who sincerely interests you and evokes emotions. And here, lying in the twilight, surrounded, one might say, by almost anonymous faces, you hug, touch, caress ... but it doesn’t catch you, almost like with a doll ... at some point you step back, look at the whole action from the side and it even becomes funny to you

The first visit quickly faded into the past, erased from memory. I understood that all this was a fleeting episode and no remorse. But “it was in the evening, there was nothing to do” ... after a couple of months I again find myself in an amusement park for adult boys. This time, I began to go there consciously - I walked around several clubs, took my time, made contact, talked a lot and chose only those who really attracted me. After a month of regular trips, I got involved and began to get full pleasure. More often I went alone, so that my friends and comrades would not distract me from the process of immersion in the world of illusions and sweet dreams.

But, at some point, all these trips become monotonous and uninteresting, as they are a dead end branch of development... Each trip, although pleasant, is no different from the previous one. More and more you feel the incompleteness of the game, but it’s understandable “there seems to be sex, but it’s not there”, emotions are fake and not sincere, it’s just part of the work of girls. Probably, it would be better to immediately accept the rules of the game and follow the path already explored, relax, communicate from time to time, without overloading yourself with emotions. But no…

I sit, I don’t touch anyone, and then SHE sits down. What she hooked on is still impossible to understand, maybe a smile, maybe facial expressions, behavior, intonation of voice, emotions ... maybe everything in the aggregate. If you have been to these places, you know that natural emotions are rare, although they certainly do occur. And she was real and at the same time quite natural.

I got stuck, stuck, swallowed a hook, etc. We communicate a lot, spend time in private, say goodbye to passion. Passionate, because even after private we continue to caress and hug each other, longer and more frankly than allowed by the rules. There are even forbidden receptions, deep kisses, for which they are usually fined in the hall. I understand that my mind remains agitated even in peace and quiet. Suddenly I realize that I am ready to see her again and again, but when I come home, I am faced with a harsh reality. I have a house, a regimen, a family, children, a rapidly emerging cognitive dissonance, and that's it... I'm returning to everyday life, from which I separated only for the evening... I understand, I won't come back...

But the poison has already spread through the veins, the thought of the beautiful is no, no, and it makes its way through everyday life and a busy schedule of life. It is possible to carve out an evening, come and be there again, communicate, hug. My logic insists on the need to understand and explain how it is that she suddenly had such a strong effect on me, I try to discuss this with her, why she has such great power. But it seems that I fall into the trap again, just stroke it and say something, looking into those eyes.

In the confinement of meditative reflection, the days pass sadly, like raindrops on an outdated umbrella. My actions resembled a robot with a program loaded a long time ago, but gradually it became clear that a strong current was taking me, drawing me into a seductive abyss. I lie down, rest, and all my thoughts are there, with her ... Like a real Alen, I decide to write to her and open my heart and soul, with all the flow of tenderness and love. To rise to such a level of delight and at the same time raise such a high standard of verbosity and delicacy, I did not allow myself even in my young, testosterone-filled days. My message tenderly hinted that she was an ideal for me, the personification of purity and holiness, which is stuck in this place of vice and illusion. I emphasized that it is precisely in this contradiction that the whole point lies - "you are an angel descended from heaven." And the fact that her profession, professional deformation, is just a trifle that we can deal with. At the very end, I made my position clear: I realize that there is no future between us. This important touch filled the message with meaning, emphasizing my willingness to leave, despite all the feelings for her.

Several days of diligent waiting were rewarded with voice messages, words of gratitude for the touching message. "No one ever wrote like that," echoed inside me. For me, this meant: "Getting sincere support here is a real rarity." I reinforced this hint with cynicism, reinforcing the illusion of uniqueness. How I wanted to believe that behind these sounds is a true psychologist who has discovered not one such manic attachment, a tactician who knows his business. How many desires are invested in these audio recordings! But then, like a storm cloud, there was a silent silence in the sky ... no more messages and nothing at all.

My wife began to notice my condition, as in that old meme - "How to explain to your wife why you are so sad when a girl left you." Back to my home reality. She calls me to a serious conversation, hints at the selfishness that threatens to turn us into ordinary neighbors. What is unexpected for me, at night she arranges passionate sex for me ... but when I make love to her, before my eyes I see not her at all, but the one that is silent ... cognitive dissonance intensifies ...
Time passes like a quiet melody, but in my dwelling and in the most hidden nooks and crannies of my thoughts, there is not the slightest sign of change. The silence seems so dense that it could flood the entire neighborhood. Everything in me, it would seem, begins to subside, like rain, which subsides and turns into a peaceful drumming on the roof. And now, as the source of internal whining gradually subsides, I begin to realize how something is changing inside. I gradually become different - from a nervous, sensual hysteria, I turn into a persistent, cold stone. For the first time, living like this, I do not feel sadness from the emptiness inside, because passion, explosions of emotions and a storm of butterflies in my stomach have disappeared. Apathy takes me into its arms - I feel like I just don't feel anything ... at this moment I am pleased to realize that the nerves are no longer exposed.

The other day comes the understanding that I'm ready to meet her again. Check your inner world again. I walk without a specific goal, sitting down at the bar. I see her, and instantly I realize that the inner storm has disappeared, there is no more hysteria and noise. She is with another guest, all the same sincere, smiling and real. I remember an old song https:// www.a-novikov.ru/pesn-o-chestnom-mente-stih.htm

She said, "For God's sake,
My state cupid!
I won't charge you much -
With a discount, in general, for MUR...”.
And here, at the most interesting,
I almost lied to you, brothers:
After all, he was a cop. And honest.
And he arrested her.

And ... here we put a bold point.

It would be possible to end this story with a happy ending, but Alenya does not have such an ending ...

BUT, it was all worth it. If anyone reading this is still confused, I'm ready to explain: your emotions are the most valuable universal currency in the world. If you do not experience anything, then the question is: what do you live for at all?



This is the story of an alenok, who has just begun to learn what is there and how it is behind the screen of the club, there is still no understanding of the processes, there is no understanding of how to act with the ladies from the adult amusement park...

The second story will be for an experienced walker who wants to reach the end...
To be continued...