It was three in the morning and things were beginning to get muddled up .He had a few Buds already , but he knew nothing would appease him .Nothing would until her saw her . Julia was like nothing he ‘d ever seen .Tall , brunette , a perfect figure , and alabaster skin , as if she just popped out of a pin-up girl poster that could send any Venus running home . Her long wavy hair smelled of cinnamon and her lips , cherry red .He stared . She was indeed a goddess , but what was he ?He belonged to the eighth generation of a family of successful lawyers .He drove a Cayenne and the upper East side was his home . Still with a Bud in hand , he looked at himself . He was five feet and seven inches tall , his tie loosened down to his chest , he could no longer see his belt from the size of his gut . In a world that favored beauty he felt short-changed . He knew there was nothing going for him except for his bank account and his charm and wit if he had any . He wished that none of his future children would go through such an ordeal .But there she was standing next to a shiny silver pole . Lucky pole . He knew the cash would get her attention and time , but he wanted her . He looked around the place and compared himself to the rest of the herd .He took another sip of Bud . Fat chance . She flipped her head backwards as she embraced the pole with her right leg . She could have any man in the there . He continued to stare intently as if staring was his only way of connecting with her . It was .She drew away from the pole and started making steps towards the end of the stage . She was under the bright light now and standing above him .She was more flawless than he thought . She knelt down and bent her body over .“See me after my show ‘ she whispered into his ear .He smiled…