The R.O.B.

As I rescued my Titleist from the bottom of the cup I heard a tearing sound and immediately thought: "ya tore your pants fatso", but no, my pants were fine, the sound was my knee, ending golf season prematurely. My brother took me to lunch and the 3 zombies mixed well with the five golf course beers, so off to Rhode Island Dolls I went. While getting a massage I spied a young lady and her magnificent double ds on the stage and set my sights on her. She came over, sat down suggested a dance, but then said let's have a drink first and get to know each other, with a seductive rub on my leg. Of course, this was the highlight of my time with her. She excused herself and went over to hug a customer who had just walked in. I have seen them together before, but with a small list of dancers I decided to just stay with the one I had. She comes back, now all business and says lets go do our dance. So much for getting to know each other and I am now 100% certain I am in for a shitty experience. Ordinarily at this point I bail and say no thanks, go back to your customer, but part of me is saying "you need this to be a shitty, lousy experience, because you need a clue". Downstairs we go. Pay the man, go in the room and now she has to use the ladies room. I will tell the bouncer to add time to the clock. I sit there vaping some weed thinking, just get up and leave, the money is gone anyway. This makes me laugh and by the time I stop she is back and starts her grind. Rubs the boobs on my face, rubs nipples across my mouth, so I pop one in and she says: "you're going to tip me right"? I look at her and simply say nope I won't do it again. Good dance but soon she says thank you for the dance. I picked up my phone, looked her in the eye and said you've been back 7 minutes. She says so sorry, sit back down and we'll start again. I have an epiphany and simply say: "no thanks this was not fun in the least", pick up my stuff and walk out. The bouncer sees me and says dude, os everything ok? Anything you need? Anything I can do? I say no worries, I would rather just have a drink alone than spend more time down here and I go upstairs. I finished my beer. I watched the dancer go through the same script with her regular, word for word to get him to order her a drink. I wonder why I went through with something I knew would suck with a ROB who isn't even my type. It then dawned on me: This isn't fun any longer. I do it for the same reason I stayed in my last job too long, my last relationship before I met my wife too long, living in my car for too long. Inertia is what my life consists of, right up until the point where I am done. It was that way with Tennis, my girlfriend in law school and my last job. I just stayed too long because inertia is my God. Bet $140.00 I have spent in my life I think. I wish you all well. Long lives, good health and much happiness for all you mutha fucking PLs lol.