
Originally Posted by
Chili Palmer
Everyone has bad days: you, me, her, everyone.
Maybe she genuinely forgot about you. It happens, especially near closing time, when she's probably more focused on her tipouts, etc., than her customers. Maybe she did it on purpose for some vague reason known only to her. Doesn't matter.
The only thing that does matter is this: Can you put the incident past you on your next visit? If you can, great. Giver her another shot. If she blows you off again, you know she's no longer interested in you or your money for whatever reason. If she's back to the way she was, even better. Treat it as a momentary blip on the screen, even if it was your birthday and you thought you deserved more.
I have one hard and fast rule in life: I never, ever beg people to take my money. Whether it's my dry cleaner, my favorite diner, a golf course, a retail store, or a stripper, you either treat me like you're happy you have my business or you won't have my business anymore. The moment you start taking me and my money for granted, I move on.
Two stories to illustrate my point. I had a dancer blow me off a while ago, telling me she had a previous scheduled appointment in the club. I wrote about it here, and was pretty fucken incredulous about it. You know what? She did have (and make) appointments with her custys. I saw her again during some downtime for her, got her number, and now regularly schedule my appointments with her. Worked out great. And now she blows off others to see me.
Another dancer at that same club, whom I'd seen frequently for a few years. Greatest pole and spinning ring moves you've ever seen. Super fit bod, very gymastically inclined. Always had fun in the VIP with her. About 2 years ago, enjoying a typical evening at the club. She walks right by as she comes off the stage, goes and sits with a group of guys for literally an hour--no dances, no nothing, just drinking and partying. Okay, shit happens. She does it again the next time I'm in the club. Once again, plenty of other dancers to keep me busy and happy, no worries. There is no third chance. Next time, club is fairly dead, and she finally deigns to ask me for a dance again. "No thanks," I respond. She seemed a bit surprised, but took it well. Haven't danced with her again since, and it's unlikely I ever will.
It's your money. Plenty of dancers want it. Act accordingly.
Oh, and welcome to SCJ. Thanks for posting.
CP
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