Where Did the Free Love Go? Lothario Pays Price for T.L.C.

That new anti-terrorist face- (or is it fingerprint?) recognition technology in use at airports might also come in handy at Manhattan pickup bars to help screen one’s potential companions, if a couple of recent incidents are any indication.

On Jan. 1, a 43-year-old gentleman was drinking at Scores, the upscale strip joint at 333 East 60th Street (indeed, by his own admission, he was already intoxicated) when he made the acquaintance of a couple of comely females who suggested that they continue the party back at his apartment-a proposition he apparently welcomed with alacrity.

The soon-to-be-victim described one of his escorts (the one who said, “Let’s have fun, let’s go get some money”) as a female with long, straight brown hair and a West Indian accent.

The second woman-who apparently sounded equally game, stating, “Try your P.I.N., use your credit card”-was described as 5-foot-9 and 145 pounds, with long, straight hair. Both females allegedly offered to have sex with the fellow, which suggests that they probably weren’t Scores dancers, whose virtue is well known-and also because the mammaries of the average Scores dancer are sufficiently eye-catching that one would think they’d make it into the description section of an NYPD crime report.

In any case, the victim, a York Avenue resident, adjourned with the ladies to his apartment-where one hopes he took full advantage of their recreational availability, because he certainly ended up paying for it.

He told the cops that over $9,000 was later charged against his credit cards, and that his house guests also removed $1,600 in cash from his apartment.

Chick Lit

In another incident that suggests you can’t be too careful about who you pick up these days-whether the venue be a strip joint or, say, the opera-a 56-year-old man filed a complaint at the 19th Precinct against a female he knew only as “Anne,” whom he met on Jan. 7 at Lexington Bar and Books, a watering hole with literary pretensions (or at least lots of volumes to peruse over cosmopolitans) at 73rd Street and Lexington Avenue.

The victim told the police that the lady returned with him to his apartment. However, when he awoke around 1 a.m., he found that both his date and some of his favorite things were gone. They included $530 in cash, a check made out to him for $1,450 and a gold Rolex.

Kingdom for a Glass of Water

City residents like to think they’re pretty savvy when it comes to spotting crooks-certainly to the extent of not inviting one off the street and up into their apartment. But what they may fail to consider is that their housekeeper-like the one, for example, who befriended a stranger when her employer was off on vacation on Dec. 18-might not be as discerning.

The cleaning lady was talking with a woman on the sidewalk, who apparently asked if she could come upstairs for a glass of water. Once they were in the East 64th Street apartment, the housekeeper excused herself to go to the bathroom. In her absence, her guest apparently did more than quench her thirst: Her employer’s jewelry box was open on the bed and empty when the domestic returned, and her visitor and $4,600 worth of valuables was missing. They included a one-carat diamond earring and her 37-year-old male employer’s Brooklyn Law School graduation ring.

While They’re Down

And then there are those occasions when you have little choice about letting strangers into your apartment-for example when you’re suffering from diabetic shock, as one unfortunate East 62nd Street resident was on Jan. 1.

Both Fire Department and Emergency Medical Services workers responded to the scene and successfully revived the 63-year-old woman. However, when she regained consciousness, she discovered that she was missing an $8,000 gold and diamond Bulgari snake ring.

The case has been referred to the New York City Department of Investigation, FDNY division.