and the Geek
a.k.a. When I Met Tara
While on vacation I made plans to go
to LA and see Tara for myself. I had been planning a trip for
quite a while; I nearly booked a trip in early September 2001, scary.
It was quite convenient since my girlfriend wanted to visit Disneyland
and see Hollywood. Disneyland was nice, Hollywood was a bit
disappointing. For the record, my girlfriend has been fully aware
and very accepting of my Tara fetish/craze/obsession since the
day we met, but I keep it to a minimum, like no Tara wallpaper on the
figured I'd get all the secrets out and any awkward stuff over with, if
she stayed, she was a keeper. Now I can't get rid of her.
I got TJ's address off the web, and went on a Thursday night.
It was slower than usual. There were several people there, but
the place was far from packed; good for me, bad for the ladies. I
went without the girlfriend of course; I have more class than to drag a
woman to a strip club. If they go, great, but I won't even broach
such a subject. (I ask for a lot of other things that should have
gotten me killed by now.)
TJ's was great, it's loud, has low red lighting, and lots of beauties
walking around. I asked for Tara Monroe, and was told that she
doesn't dance there any more. When I had given up, I decided to
get a lap dance. After the first lap dance I figured I see what
other dancers were making their way around. I decided to
wait for a petite beauty to work her away around to me and get a lap
dance from her before I left.
When the second dancer approached my table, I was stuck dumb and
speechless; it was Tara. I know I looked like a
fool; my girlfriend constantly reminds me of this fact. The friendly greeting I had
prepared to say, which was only half thought up, and probably lame anyway,
went right out the window. After several jaw-dropping moment,
followed by no voice (or was that squeak my voice breaking??), and
several moments of mental ass-kicking, I said, "Uh, . . . hi."
Predictably followed by, "Aren't you Tara Monroe?" I was destined
to make an ass out of myself. Maybe
next time I should carry a business: "Sorry I can't speak
English right now. I have momentarily lost my mind."
I talked with her several times throughout the night, until she left.
Here is the gist of the conversation between Beauty and the Geek.
She was quite flattered that I was a fan of hers, probably more
worried that I was a crazed stalker. After my brilliant intro, I
would probably be afraid of me too. I mentioned that she had a
website and club dedicated to her. I resisted saying that I ran
the website. I may be a great public speaker, but I wasn't
about to make that announcement without feeling her out on the subject
first. After all, she has threatened other people with court
action. She was amazed and boggled by having fans, and though I
strived, alas I could not get her to understand why she had a following.
She mentioned that there was a website trying to publish her and every
other porn star's and exotic dancer's personal information. She
has a child that she wishes to protect, not to mention the number of
crazed stalkers about. I brought up the subject of her threatening other sites with
court action. She said it was only one, and it was because they were
selling her pictures without her permission. Hearing this, I
decided to come clean, make the fatal plunge, appear like a crazed
stalker, and say that I ran the website dedicated to her. I was
fully willing at that point to take it all down if she asked.
Sorry, I respect her to much not to.
She was very sweet and lovely to talk with, modest beyond belief, and
the type of woman who is beautiful, intelligent, and down to earth.
She was absolutely adorable, sexy, and vibrant. I could detect no
haughtiness, arrogance, or guile in the slightest. There are just
too few people (not just women) like her in the world.
Her hair is still red with blond highlights; I could only see the
blond highlights in the low, red lighting at TJ's. She has an absolutely
tiny frame, and looks like she lost a little weight, though not to much,
when compared to many of the pics in the galleries. Personally I
like her looking slightly fuller, probably like she appears in Gallery 3
& 4, shown below. As for having a child, no evidence.
Her stage name is now Tori or something like that. She had
gotten into the porn industry just as something to do. Much to our
delight of course. She got out when she fell in love and got
married. She didn't think it was right having sex with other guys
while married. She was glad to have gotten out of the porn industry
before she was used up and spat out. She also mentioned that there
was a lot of drugs going around; no surprise there. I don't know
and didn't ask if she took any, but I prefer to think not, but I
wouldn't be bothered either way.
I asked her what the difference was between stripping and doing porn,
since some people don't see any difference. She said she's not
having sex with the patrons.
My girlfriend fully expected that I'd
sleep with Tara; yeah right. Tara loves her husband and won't
cheat on him, that much was apparent while we talked. No, I never
even contemplated asking. I did try to get her to have a drink
with me at Taco Bell after she got off to escape the loud music and
constant distractions, like the guy who got a whole bunch of bikini lap
dances from her. Sadly she declined. I would have liked to
ask her a few other questions, you know, kinda interview style.
though I didn't get to "interview" her, I did manage to slip my one
interview question in, "What's your favorite color?" The rest of
the questions were off the cuff.
I got some digital photos of her TapOut modeling professionally printed. I went with TapOut so as not to appear too crass when I
asked - begged even - for an autograph. And I mean begged.
But in the end, sadly, she wouldn't. Though I was sorely tempted I
left the digital camera in the car.
I didn't want it busted by some guys three times my
size who could bend me into a pretzel. I
gave her a specialized e-mail address and the web address, though I may
have left out the dash in the site name. She hasn't contacted me,
so I have no idea if she has ever seen the site or what she thinks.
I'd really like to know her opinion, and maybe use it for her to contact
She is currently modeling for TapOut. I suspect that she is
looking to get away from the nude scene, though she didn't say as much. I think she should
continue in nude modeling as well. As another favorite model of
mine, Aria Giovanni, says, "No toys, no boys" (though that
hasn't always been the case on the former). That would
certainly preclude any sex. I personally enjoy the classy
soft-porn style of Playboy and Mystique Magazine and think it would be
great for her to continue in this vein. Either way, I look forward
to following her model career wherever she takes it.
I got a few lap dances from her (that's how I checked). She
sticks to the contact forbidden rule, though I did try to bend it just a
little, nothing more serious than a hand on the leg. If you go,
TJs is on Beach Blvd, behind a Taco Bell (I think). It was $10 to
get in, $15 for a bikini dance, $30 for topless, and $40 for full nude.
Drinks run the usual rate of 'You want me to pay how much?' I
recommend taking plenty of money, and get at least one full nude.
There is a no touching rule, so I asked the first girl what the limits
were. Let me emphasize, I was very pleased with the limits.
But if Stanton is affected by the 6-foot separation law passed in LA,
then it's a moot point anyway. Glad I got there before it took