you think it's "fucked up" that I don't remember you? maybe you should get your fucking head out of your ass and realize that I meet over a hundred people in a night and if I don't remember YOU it's not because I was trying to make a personal attack, you just don't really stick out in my memory, probably because you spent zero dollars on me and then at the end of the night the image of your face faded into dust. why the fuck do you even care if I remember you? I'm NOT gonna date you, be your friend, or even talk to you if you're not spending money. I doubt we had some deep meaningful conversation, because I never spend more than 5 minutes with a customer before asking for a lap dance. last time I saw you I probably asked you your name, where you're from, what you do for a living, what you do for fun, then asked if you wanted a dance. I do this to EVERYBODY. I don't go into the dressing room between my sets and write down all this information in a notebook
do you also get mad at the grocery store checkout woman for not remembering you? does it make you mad that her 5 minute transaction with you didn't change her whole life? that you don't stand out from the other 300 people she has to deal with everyday?
you're not as awesome as you think you are. sorry. go back to sipping your warm beer in the corner.



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