Saturday night Michelle and I went to our local watering hole to get in some much needed dancing. There I fell in love. He was one of the go-go boys and had the face of an angel. I have a thing for tipping go-go dancers. Most of them are super hot/cute and, in real life, wouldn’t look twice at me. When Michelle and I decided to take a break from the dance floor I walked over to the kiosk he was on and presented my money. His eyes locked on mine as he knelt down in front of me. He put his hands on the sides of my face and looked longingly at me. Then, he was sitting down with his legs slung over my shoulder. In one swift move his ass was against my chest, his crotch mere inches from my face. We still had our eyes locked as he worked his pelvis up and down in front of me. Then he was back on his knees presenting his thong for my money. After payment was rendered, he leaned down and kissed me very lightly on the lips. Before we left, I went back for another round of being treated like a king. I know he didn’t care about me at all … just the cash I was handing him. But, it was very nice, even for a few moments, to be the object of someone’s attention. Who says that money can’t buy happiness?