Originally Posted by
Selina M
That is IT, I just can't even.
I got a guy who started telling me about how I'm super tiny, and then somehow veered into how his niece got caught sexting, and then how me and another dancer have the same body type as her... and then when I asked him if he wanted a dance, he said "Can you pretend to be my niece?" I'm pretty sure my jaw hit the floor, I said "I really hope you're kidding" and he backpedaled so fast, but I could tell from the look on his face that he was NOT kidding. Of all the creepy shit that customers say, that is probably the most horrifying I've had yet. I feel like I should have reported him to the cops or something, but that's all I need is for him to come back to the club looking for me if he gets in trouble.
And then 20 minutes later, an old man called me "a wholesome Taylor Swift", asked if he could "kiss my tits" and when I said no, went "No?" all surprised. "NO." "Not even in the back?" "NO! That's disgusting!" He then lost all interest in the last minute of his dance... gee, thanks, asswipe. What part of no don't you understand, you entitled old bag. I'm pretty sure several regulars saw me rolling my eyes as I snatched his $20 and walked off, so now I'll probably have a bitch reputation.
I've never really felt disgusted after work, but right now I feel like I need a very long soak in a bubble bath.