A lassie lived in a flat above me once, absolutely stunning looking, amazing figure, long blonde hair, drove a BMW. I used to see her in the morning, always coming in as I was going out to work, she would always pass the time of day very pleasantly, just an all round nice girl.
My lesbian flatmate fancied her something rotten, as did I, and concocted all sorts of fantasy lives that she lived. I kinda guessed early on that she was either an exotic dancer or in some way connected with the escort business. Sure enough she made the inside of the News of the World one morning when it was revealed she was dating a minor football celebrity while also lap dancing in some big club.
Long story short, I decided to sell up and move overseas and on my send off night me and the lads went to the strip club where she worked, we got chatting and we got on like a house on fire, a genuinely lovely girl, very sweet with a head well screwed on, she was planning to go to uni. Now she was nice enough to ask me if we wanted to go into a private room for a chat, but I really couldn't bring myself to do so, I assured her I would see her right but I just wanted to chat to her as a neighbour I had always liked and had long wanted to get to know. I paid her what I figured would be a reasonable price for her time with a bit extra, gave her a friendly kiss on the cheek good night under no illusions about the nature of our relationship and said goodbye.
A year later I was well settled in a new career overseas when my brother called me, he had met the girl and she was keen to get in touch with me, she was doing well at uni but had always wanted to see me again as apparently she had a bit of a thing for me (for me!), she passed on her number and asked my brother to be sure to tell me to call. I didn't, I had burned my bridges, I wasn't about to head back to the UK to rekindle a silly fantasy.
So what's my point? Absolutely none, other than the maundering recollections and the thoughts of what might have been of a sad old git. But hey, be nice to your lap dancer, believe it or not, they are human and heck, you never know, if you're a decent guy your fantasy might come true.