She Contacted Me! My ATF Contacted Me!

OK, so about my ATF, ******a, whom I had missed the past couple times I wanted to see her at My Favorite Stripclub (Cover Version).  The last time I had spoken to her I had broached the subject, we I had from time to time in visits prior, about letting her know when I could see her work again.  She responded by ... inviting me to give her my contact information.  Yes!  My big break!

I wrote down my name, number, e-mail address and Facebook on a Post-It note.  I folded it up then, worried that a bouncer might see digits on that piece of paper, I folded it around so that all the information was on the inside.  Midway through our series of table dances, I took out the piece of paper and whispered in her ear about what we talked about last time.  She remembered, thank God, and she was open to taking the slip of paper.  The one slip-up I had involved me freaking out that she would either forget or misplace the piece of paper, which I surreptitiously put to the side next to her purse.  I was just moving my hands around the seat while ******a was dancing in front of me, and I pulled it out from under her purse.  Later, she told me she slid it under her purse because she didn't want anyone to see that there was a crumpled-up piece of paper that just so happens to be next to her purse.  Well, duh, that makes total sense.  Stupid me.

Now, I was hoping that my dumb decision didn't rat her out.  I was hoping that a bouncer did not go up to ******a and say, "I saw that piece of paper that customer gave you.  Throw it out or I'll have you fired."

Guess what?

She texted me last night!  Woo-hoo!  It worked!!  And she wants to keep in touch with me!!!  All these years of earning a hot stripper's trust, and it finally worked!!!!  This is the culmination of a dream, one I achieved with hard work and a lot of persistence.  This ... man, yesterday was a great day, man!