I keep thinking about my night at the strip club.

I know, by everything that is good and decent in the world, I should not have enjoyed it.

But you know what?

For 12 minutes, (and $90), someone pretended to be nice to me. No agenda, no criticism, no thinly veiled insults. No feelings of my disappointing someone. For 12 minutes, I was important, and valued, and the center of someone's world. Even if it was pretend, it was a fucking bargain.