Am I Willing to Risk it All?

So after about a year of clubbing, it finally happened to me, I fell in lust. I have a default mental setting that everything a dancer tells you is a lie. They're not all lies, but it's just safer that way to think that they are. I've liked dancers, and have certainly had some favorites, for either their body parts, their faces, their dances or demeanors, but never before have I been in the position where I was like, should I risk it all. I saw a dancer, immediately liked her body and decided at that time that I wanted to get dances from her. At that time she was occupied, so I walked around a bit, and when I turned a corner there she was (topless). Before I even could make a move, she approached me. Telling me how handsome I was (stripper shit I know), and after a little back & forth she asked if I wanted a dance (of course I did). I didn't come into this club on this occasion to spend any serious money, but the PL urge, plus this woman's amazing body is forcing me to at least get a dance. 8 dances later... (actually probably more, I think a miscount occurred in my favor). The dances were very good, although not the greatest and in fact not even the best I've had at this particular club. But her body and demeanor was amazing. She was spitting her stripper shit, and me spitting my PL shit. Her talking about how lucky my spouse is, and that if she was my wife she would never let me leave her sight for fear of some other woman. She's talking about how beautiful our children would be (this was not normal stripper shit, kind of left me like what?). I'm returning the favor, talking about how in the world is she single. Even though she obviously had me hook, line & sinker, she never ran the dances up on me. She was very conscious at the end of a song to ask if I wanted another dance. Whereas, I was like why are you asking me mamita, keep it rolling. After the dances are over & the monetary transaction has occurred (hell I even shorted her on the tip by my standards as I didn't bring that much money in the club) we're still hanging out together talking. She offers me her number (first time that's ever happened), my mind is telling me no, but another part of my mind is telling me that I had to take it. She offers her number, not in the context of the club, but in the context of going out, in that she is single, and she can take calls whenever, but I may not be able to. We stay talking (she still hasn't put her clothing back on, I actually ask her to put her clothing on, because as of yet, I've only seen her topless - then I go crazy over her in her outfit), until I hear her get called up to the stage. She actually gets to the stage late because we can't peel ourselves away from each other. I have a can't miss appointment, and have long since needed to leave but there is no way I can leave without seeing her on stage. So I sit down kind of off to the side. Funny thing is, her stage show is just kind of, meh (although the body is still crazy). Certainly not indicative of the quality of her lap dances, but the type of dance that if I was considering her for a lap dance, I probably would have lost interest. After her set she comes and sits down with me, we talk some more. Then at some point I realized that the time is currently, when I should be at my appointment. I tell her she has to push me out the door (because I can't leave her), and she does. She leaves me at the entrance of the club, as I walk out into the foyer, looking back at her as she still stands there looking at me. I can't stop looking at her, and eventually walk into something as I'm backing my way out to the main entrance door. I'm figuring out a way schedulewise to see her next week (her dance schedule does NOT generally work with my available times to club). Usually if you develop some sort of fantasy notions of someone, with enough contact & interaction they'll go away. And I presume my fantasy notions here are just based on grade A stripper shit. Probably if I go what's likely to happen is she'll be locked down with some dude, and I'll be all surly about it, or she won't even show up at all. Either way in that scenario, I'll be mad & get over this attraction & interest beyond just liking a dancer. So I'm going there to try and clear this out of my head. But what if these thoughts don't go away? What if it wasn't stripper shit? (Also I admit I'm intrigued by the idea of going out on a date with a dancer). It's absolutely nuts, to throw your world into chaos for a stripper with a young child (and somewhere out there the crazy father of a baby by a stripper), whom you've known for only 30 minutes. But I'll be dammed if I didn't feel like that sometimes, I'm willing to risk it all.