View Full Version : Rant: Most dancers don't remember your names!!! Get over it!!!
uncontrol
05-26-2011, 07:58 PM
I don't care if dancers remember my name, I'm the guy who forgets their name 30 seconds into the conversation. I didn't remember my ATF's name the first time I met her either. I made sure to pay attention to her introduction the next time she was on stage. I wouldn't mind if she forgot my name or miss-remembered. I'm so bad with names myself.
Brigham
05-26-2011, 08:30 PM
^ Ok, it's official, you must be Cyril back under another name. ::)
Young lady, Cyril is not the only man in the world who does not buy lap dances. There are more than Cyril and Brigham who are not interested in this facade called lap dance.
Vyanka
05-27-2011, 12:24 AM
Young lady, Cyril is not the only man in the world who does not buy lap dances. There are more than Cyril and Brigham who are not interested in this facade called lap dance.
So stay out of strip clubs. Guys like you take up space for those who are there to spend, & waste a dancer's time.
yoda57us
05-27-2011, 06:23 AM
I never looked at you with revulsion. ;)
That's because the only look in your repetoire is sexy. :hot:
I'm getting the feeling you two have met...I'm so jealous!
yoda57us
05-27-2011, 06:29 AM
Young lady, Cyril is not the only man in the world who does not buy lap dances. There are more than Cyril and Brigham who are not interested in this facade called lap dance.
So based on what I've read here I'm wondering exactly what it is you do when you go to a strip club.
rockie
05-27-2011, 01:12 PM
Lestat likes to suggest he has no game, but Jayatee did make a SW effort some months back to disavow the "no game" suggestion that Lestat offers quite often on SW in describing his adventures in the hobby. Lestat may be closer geographically to Jayatee than most, but he had enough game follow up on her one time SW invite.
yoda57us
05-27-2011, 03:13 PM
^ Yeah, I never bought that "no game" stance from Stat for a minute! There is true no-game all over the board and he ain't it...
Lucky bastard....8)
lestat1
05-28-2011, 09:00 PM
Lestat likes to suggest he has no game, but Jayatee did make a SW effort some months back to disavow the "no game" suggestion that Lestat offers quite often on SW in describing his adventures in the hobby. Lestat may be closer geographically to Jayatee than most, but he had enough game follow up on her one time SW invite.
^ Yeah, I never bought that "no game" stance from Stat for a minute! There is true no-game all over the board and he ain't it...
Lucky bastard....8)
Game? You want to talk game? Please. I invented game. When I walked into her club it was only a $10 cover. Do you have any idea what the Average Joe has to pay? Three, maybe four hundred? I don't know, when you're a VIP like me they practically let you walk in for free. So I pay my paltry cover charge and leave the lesser mortals without my level of gamery to pay their hundreds for the privledge of entry.
I walk up to the bar, and guess what? Do you think I have to buy some girl a drink? Hell no! This pretty young lady behind the bar walks up to me (recognizing my awesomeness) and offers me a drink! That's right folks, she's all "can I get you a drink?" You see friends, when you have as much game as me, bitches bring you your beverage of choice, just like that. So I play it cool and show just what a bad-ass I am. I'm like, "I'll have a diet coke please." Do you think she told me "I'm sorry, we only serve Pepsi products here." Not a chance. For me, they make it happen. My game gets shit done. I'm not talking luke-warm, flat diet coke here. No no...she filled that glass to the top with ice-cold cubes of pure fucking awesomeness and I didn't even have to ask for it on the rocks! So I hand her money for the drink (my game, afterall, includes being a gentlemen). She must know the owner or something, because this beautiful woman knew how to work the register and she put the money I gave her in it.
So I turn around, refreshing beverage in hand, and what do I see? Some other hot girl walks up on this stage and starts dancing. Do you think that happens all the time? Of course not. I'm there, which means the ladies have to bring their game in a desperate hope to compete with my game. This next part you won't believe, but only because you've not yet recognized just how much game I posess. It's going to sound like a letter to Penthouse, but I'm not shitting you here. This dancing girl just up and takes off her freaking top, right in front of everyone! Be jealous guys, be jealous. I know none of you can ever hope to see something like that in a strip club, but for me, that's just what happens. So I play it cool, because with as much game as I have, you know these aren't the first bare breasts I've seen...that year.
I grab a chair. Not some hard, un-cushioned chair, but a really comfortable one. When they see 'stat rolling into town, they bring out the nice furniture. So I'm just sitting there, exuding confidence and supreme game, and what happens? All of a sudden scantily-dressed women start approaching me! I don't go to them, they come to me. Remember that guys, that's how it works when you have gameitude. So they're all sitting in my lap, being flirty (can you blame them), and asking me if they can dance for me. I don't walk up to them to see if they want to hit the dance floor, no, they're all over me and my game. So I'm all, like, "sure," because I figure why not give them a thrill and let them dance for the man who taught James Bond everything he knows about Final Fantasy 7.
So they're dancing for me all sexy-like, and I give them money. You see, tipping is just part of my game. Because I give them cash, all of a sudden they're just begging (some might refer to it as "asking") me to go with them to a secret, VIPs with game-only, private back room to dance for me even more! Seriously, it is just too awesome having this much game. So I'm all "no thank you" because I can't waste my precious time with these young ladies when I have an awesome SWer to meet.
So she finally comes out and even though she's the most stunning woman in the club, having my game I play it cool by rushing over to the stage and giving her money. You could learn a lot about game from me guys, so take notes. I'm all "can I get some dances when you're done?" You see, that's a secret code phrase that only awesome guys with game like me know about. It lets her know that I know about the secret VIP private area, and that she can go there with me. The ladies always love to go with me to that room, because they never just go by themselves, you see. So she comes over, and pretty soon we head to the bar where I get my special access pass to go there. Normally, it's $20 a song, but for a guy like me? Please! They granted me access for only $40 for two songs! Awesome, right? A lifetime of having game gets me great deals like that. So we go through this secret pathway back near the DJ's booth (I have to ask you all to keep this information on the down-low, because it's so secretive). I sit down, give her money (don't ask, it's just how we gamers do it) and she's all sexy and sensual for two whole freaking songs of awesome dancing. Then I leave to go home. Yeah bitches, that's how my fucking epic game works!
I don't always drink beer, but when I do, I prefer St. Pauli Girl.
Brigham
05-30-2011, 07:21 PM
So based on what I've read here I'm wondering exactly what it is you do when you go to a strip club.
It has been a mighty long time since I have been to a strip club. However when I used to visit them, I used to stick with stage shows and making friends with dancers. As I recall, I always had tons of fun even though lap dances never came into the picture. That is about it.
yoda57us
05-30-2011, 07:34 PM
It has been a mighty long time since I have been to a strip club. However when I used to visit them, I used to stick with stage shows and making friends with dancers. As I recall, I always had tons of fun even though lap dances never came into the picture. That is about it.
So you don't really go to clubs anymore but when you did you never bought dances. You would go in to make friends with the dancers...
Sorry dude, we've already got one of those. Can't you come up with something a little more original? We've got an opening for a back-rub guy...
Brigham
05-30-2011, 07:37 PM
So you don't really go to clubs anymore but when you did you never bought dances. You would go in to make friends with the dancers...
Sorry dude, we've already got one of those. Can't you come up with something a little more original? We've got an opening for a back-rub guy...
What is a back-rub guy?
lopaw
05-30-2011, 08:41 PM
We've got an opening for a back-rub guy...
lol
I know one of these.....he's a regular at one of my fave divey clubs who is convinced that the dancers just can't live without his magic fingers, despite the fact that the ladies cringe and run away whenever they see him come thru the front door. This guy can clear a room in 10 seconds flat.
Of course he never spends a dime on the girls....he figures his crummy massages are worth their weight in gold ::)
Anastasia Foxx
05-30-2011, 08:53 PM
Game? You want to talk game? Please. I invented game. When I walked into her club it was only a $10 cover. Do you have any idea what the Average Joe has to pay? Three, maybe four hundred? I don't know, when you're a VIP like me they practically let you walk in for free. So I pay my paltry cover charge and leave the lesser mortals without my level of gamery to pay their hundreds for the privledge of entry.
I walk up to the bar, and guess what? Do you think I have to buy some girl a drink? Hell no! This pretty young lady behind the bar walks up to me (recognizing my awesomeness) and offers me a drink! That's right folks, she's all "can I get you a drink?" You see friends, when you have as much game as me, bitches bring you your beverage of choice, just like that. So I play it cool and show just what a bad-ass I am. I'm like, "I'll have a diet coke please." Do you think she told me "I'm sorry, we only serve Pepsi products here." Not a chance. For me, they make it happen. My game gets shit done. I'm not talking luke-warm, flat diet coke here. No no...she filled that glass to the top with ice-cold cubes of pure fucking awesomeness and I didn't even have to ask for it on the rocks! So I hand her money for the drink (my game, afterall, includes being a gentlemen). She must know the owner or something, because this beautiful woman knew how to work the register and she put the money I gave her in it.
So I turn around, refreshing beverage in hand, and what do I see? Some other hot girl walks up on this stage and starts dancing. Do you think that happens all the time? Of course not. I'm there, which means the ladies have to bring their game in a desperate hope to compete with my game. This next part you won't believe, but only because you've not yet recognized just how much game I posess. It's going to sound like a letter to Penthouse, but I'm not shitting you here. This dancing girl just up and takes off her freaking top, right in front of everyone! Be jealous guys, be jealous. I know none of you can ever hope to see something like that in a strip club, but for me, that's just what happens. So I play it cool, because with as much game as I have, you know these aren't the first bare breasts I've seen...that year.
I grab a chair. Not some hard, un-cushioned chair, but a really comfortable one. When they see 'stat rolling into town, they bring out the nice furniture. So I'm just sitting there, exuding confidence and supreme game, and what happens? All of a sudden scantily-dressed women start approaching me! I don't go to them, they come to me. Remember that guys, that's how it works when you have gameitude. So they're all sitting in my lap, being flirty (can you blame them), and asking me if they can dance for me. I don't walk up to them to see if they want to hit the dance floor, no, they're all over me and my game. So I'm all, like, "sure," because I figure why not give them a thrill and let them dance for the man who taught James Bond everything he knows about Final Fantasy 7.
So they're dancing for me all sexy-like, and I give them money. You see, tipping is just part of my game. Because I give them cash, all of a sudden they're just begging (some might refer to it as "asking") me to go with them to a secret, VIPs with game-only, private back room to dance for me even more! Seriously, it is just too awesome having this much game. So I'm all "no thank you" because I can't waste my precious time with these young ladies when I have an awesome SWer to meet.
So she finally comes out and even though she's the most stunning woman in the club, having my game I play it cool by rushing over to the stage and giving her money. You could learn a lot about game from me guys, so take notes. I'm all "can I get some dances when you're done?" You see, that's a secret code phrase that only awesome guys with game like me know about. It lets her know that I know about the secret VIP private area, and that she can go there with me. The ladies always love to go with me to that room, because they never just go by themselves, you see. So she comes over, and pretty soon we head to the bar where I get my special access pass to go there. Normally, it's $20 a song, but for a guy like me? Please! They granted me access for only $40 for two songs! Awesome, right? A lifetime of having game gets me great deals like that. So we go through this secret pathway back near the DJ's booth (I have to ask you all to keep this information on the down-low, because it's so secretive). I sit down, give her money (don't ask, it's just how we gamers do it) and she's all sexy and sensual for two whole freaking songs of awesome dancing. Then I leave to go home. Yeah bitches, that's how my fucking epic game works!
I don't always drink beer, but when I do, I prefer St. Pauli Girl.
OMG Lestat you had me laughing SO hard at this, just what I needed! :-*
lol
I know one of these.....he's a regular at one of my fave divey clubs who is convinced that the dancers just can't live without his magic fingers, despite the fact that the ladies cringe and run away whenever they see him come thru the front door. This guy can clear a room in 10 seconds flat.
Of course he never spends a dime on the girls....he figures his crummy massages are worth their weight in gold ::)
Oh geez, we have 2 of these guys. They quit bothering me when I told them I charged $20 a song for them to rub on me. Now they leave me alone and go for the baby dancers
I don't mind if someone doesn't remember my name. I'm like that in real life, so I can forgive. :) Only recently were some girls (and bouncer, manager) calling out my name.
And initially the manager didn't believe me, I was like, 'why would I (the customer) use a fake name? *doesn't get it* :O
kitinboots
06-01-2011, 05:21 AM
I danced fir a norwegian boy who was on holiday last year, he came back this year on a busy night and asked if I remembered him. I didn't, I said no, and was quite rude as I had good customers to be working with. He got chatting to my best friend, ended up dating her, and now we're both in Norway visiting him. I still don't remember dancing for him.
xGigi
06-02-2011, 12:14 PM
I rarely remember names, but customers never remember my stage name. when a customer gets butthurt about me not remembering his name I just give him the puppy eyes and say "sorry I meet soooo many people here :( I'm terrible!" and then they realize they're not the only asshole in the club
Brigham
06-02-2011, 06:22 PM
^ I find it difficult to believe that someone could forget the name of an asshole. :)
Hopper
06-03-2011, 03:51 AM
I get worried when dancers do remember my name. It's a sign I've spent too much time there. Sometimes though a dancer will get embarrassed (or feign embarrassment) if she forgets my name and I remember hers. I enjoy doing that. I do like to remember dancer's names, even though I meet many of them. But they are there more than me and there are many more customers, so I don't expect (or want) them to remember mine.
Perry
06-03-2011, 09:20 PM
I can't remember names to save my life. But, I'll usually remember something completely random about the guy and re-name him. Like Mr. Kitty for a guy who mentioned he liked cats. Or whatever cologne or brand of clothes they were wearing - sometimes a story they told that made me laugh. I just try to pick manly, flattering names for the good ones.
Sadly, The Beastiality Sea Captian still roams the clubs somewhere.
sparky72
06-15-2011, 04:25 AM
The dancer I been going in to see never called me by my name. It bothered me a little at first but I realized I only told what it was when we first meet so forgetting is understandable and I just adore how she calls me darling so I am glad she doesn't remember