There's a question at the end, but first my recent encounter that it relates to... Last night I went to my friend's bachelor party at a strip club. Within the first half hour a dancer came up to me, told me , "you handsome" (it's always nice to hear but it's hard to take a dancer's compliments seriously) and asked me, "lap dance?" (there are semi-private open-front booths in the back room, $20/song). Sure, that's why I'm here. She's hot and all done up with the make-up and outfit, but I wouldn't say she's "out of my league" to actually date if I'd met her on the outside. Back we went, I tried to initiate some usual mindless small talk but she said, "Sorry, I don't speak English"...Ok, fine. In this place, like most in MA, the girls can get 100% naked and touch you if they want, but you can't touch them or the bouncers kick your ass and throw you out. She starts writhing around on my lap, which is awesome. I'm taking some liberties touching her and she doesn't protest. Then we're kissing. This is highly unusual in my experience. After a bunch of songs I said I had to go back to my buddies. She made a sad pouty face and put her clothes back on, I gave her some money, then we sat in the booth and kissed and cuddled for a couple more songs "off the clock". I had a drink and a smoke, she did her rotation on the stage, then we went back to the semi but not totally private booths in back, she did some more paid lap dancing for me and then we made out for even longer. We went out to the main club, rejoined my group, apparently I'd been gone a conspicuously long time, came back disheveled, holding hands with and kissing the dancer... and we proceeded to stand there smiling at each other but it became increasingly awkward since we really couldn't speak to each other. She managed to indicate to me that she got out of work at 1am...it was about 12:30. I made a sad face, shook my head and did the "time is short" gesticulation from the old Mentos commercial. I said my goodbyes, kissed her again and left. I felt so connected last night...but we didn't even speak the same language. So here's where my question comes in... Kisses and cuddling are some strongly mind-clouding drugs--> they had me forgetting that I paid for most of her company and attention, and hopeful romantic thinking aside, her indication that she got out at 1 might have been an offer for more intense paid-for attention. On the other hand, she crossed lines she could have gotten in trouble for crossing and her affection was not confined to when she was getting paid. The kissing seemed really really real. Should I have been a sucker or a skeptic? Did the stripper really like me?