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yoda57us
09-23-2005, 04:55 AM
It took me a long time to find something to post that fit this thread. Even then, the dancer I quoted is the type of woman I would never go near with my wallet opened. I have absolutely NO problem finding intelligent non-fucked-up dancers. I've been involved in a few dramatic episodes over the years but they revolved around fairly un-exciting topics like immigration laws and spending more on one South American dancer than on another. I avoid women who take drugs like the plague. I avoid women who drink too much as well.
Sporty finds the drama because he seeks it out. All of the stuff he talks about happens in clubs because it happens to the kind of women he looks for every day. Sadly, being involved in an occupation where you can walk out of the club with large sums of cash every day just makes it easier for some of these women to indulge in bad behavior. Fortunately, they have Sporty to lean on....;)
SportsWriter2
09-23-2005, 06:54 AM
Sporty finds the drama because he seeks it out. All of the stuff he talks about happens in clubs because it happens to the kind of women he looks for every day.
I spend more than 80 percent of my clubbing money on naturally beautiful college students, 18-22. No smoke, no tattoos, no drugs. I have several weedheads on my favorites list, but no cokeheads. I do a lot of brief interactions: tattoo tours, recognition hugs, catching up, extras negotiations (with dealbreakers), dumb stunts, etc. If I'm waiting for a favorite, I'll chat with a coke whore, and she'll tell me which guys she's doing (and which guys other dancers are doing).
Last week I found a teen cutie and fixed her inverted nipples with a $3 suction tool and a pair of $0.23 O-rings (see the TR section). I'll get free fun out of that for months, cuz I gave her the rings and kept the tool. Plus it starts a buzz about what other fun stuff I might have in my pocket. That's how I get to know everybody.
SportsWriter2
06-07-2006, 04:03 PM
Actual Saturday afternoon 12:45 cell phone call as a portly 30-something guy took a wiz:
(Ring, ring, no tune, just like a land line phone)
Ello?
...
Hey, where you tink I am?
...
nooo
...
nooo
...
I'm at fuckin [D ]. Joey took me to [F ] right at 12, but no one was there. Like two fuckin girls, so we came here.
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Look, I had five beers already and I'm startin to piss. I'm waitin for more girls to come on.
....
This is what HE wants to do. I don't give a fuck one way or the otha.
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I dunno, maybe five o'clock. I gotta go.
... (click) as the phone folds together.
Fuckin bitch... (flush)
I have no idea who the woman was, but I'm guessing he lives at home, and that was his portly sister. :-\
SportsWriter2
06-19-2006, 05:56 PM
I changed the names...
Me: What's this tattoo? [left side, at the bikini line]
Dancer [moving it closer to my face]: My name.
Me: Then why have a stage name?
Dancer: Cuz if a guy asks me whose name it is, I say it's my sister and she died.
Me: Okay, that would work.
Dancer: But for a guy like you, I say it's my real name.
Me: Okay, thanks for sharing.
[On the way home, I'm thinking maybe her sister died and I'm the one she's disrespecting]. :D
easy_e
06-20-2006, 07:17 AM
Dancer: the manager said I have to lose weight, so I'm learning about nutrition.
e: interesting.....
Dancer: now I know all the food groups
e: really? what are they?
Dancer: well, you have your chicken-fried steak, your corn dogs, and....uh...vegetables, and that's what they are.
e: you're right, those are the food groups
Dancer: yeah, so that's what I'll be eating to lose weight.
Docido
06-20-2006, 10:32 AM
This took place at a strip club in Myrtle Beach several years ago. The convo was taking the usual twists and turns; introductions, stripper shit, some customer shit, her trying to close the deal etc.....etc.....etc. After I mentioned what I did for a living the conversation took a surreal turn:
Dancer (brightening): “They just changed my medication!!!”
Your Intrepid Perv: “Oh!”
Dancer: “Yeah, they kept saying I was depressed, but I knew that was wrong. I kept telling them I was just pissed - off!!!”
Your Intrepid Perv: “Ummm!!!”
Dancer: “But they wouldn't believe me!!”
Your Intrepid Perv: “What made them change their mind?”
Dancer: “I tried to shoot my boyfriend.”
Your Intrepid Perv: “I take it you missed.”
Dancer: “Yeah, he’s not my boyfriend anymore.”
And PL's say they want to get to know the "real person" behind the persona.
Oh and yes, I got the dance. After all I didn't want her to shoot me. :P
PS: Did the last comment mean that if she hit the guy, they would still be together? WTF.
SportsWriter2
06-20-2006, 11:01 AM
Dancer: now I know all the food groups
e: really? what are they?
Dancer: well, you have your chicken-fried steak, your corn dogs, and....uh...vegetables, and that's what they are.
She's close; it's horn dogs. That will get your weight down. :D
SportsWriter2
06-20-2006, 11:04 AM
PS: Did the last comment mean that if she hit the guy, they would still be together? WTF.
It depends. If she killed him, his memorial would be tattooed on her upper left arm. :O
I love diagnoses that include "with psychotic episodes."
SportsWriter2
10-30-2007, 06:09 PM
Unexpected responses of the month:
One thing
Cute dancer T, 20, slender, no tats, no smoke, just a friendly girl. She sits down and we chat for a minute.
Me: "Tell me one thing you want me to know about you."
T: "I'm a whore." She then tells me how foolish she was to operate out of her own apartment when she turned 18. "Guys would knock on my door like three in the morning. They didn't even call me."
Remember?
I hadn't seen N in four months. She's pretty, fun, and has a good reputation in her club.
N: "Remember how I said I'd blow you if I ever broke up with my boyfriend?"
Me: "Uh huh." (It's the kind of running joke you have with a nowhere girl.)
N: "Well, I love my boyfriend, and I don't think I'll ever break up with him."
Me: "Okay, it's all good."
N: "But I wanna blow you anyway."
I'm in my What Would Bill Clinton Do? thought mode when she starts telling me about a random encounter she had with a guy she didn't know in a night club parking lot: "I made him use a condom."
Me: "Uh oh, I have to take a call. My phone's vibrating." Went out, came back in, told her I had an emergency, and haven't been back.
Sporty, you know better. Keep the Pink debates in Pink. We're not going to allow them to be dragged over here
FBR