OK, here's the scene.
Friday night, slower than usual. The gawkers are out tonight and not tipping, so instead of three or four dancers at my table, I have about six. This works out as long as they watch the clock for the dance rotation. We have a really good table going and I'm taking care of the tipping.
So a lone guy finds the one unoccupied corner of the table and announces that the dancers at the table have "nothing to fear because he's gay." Yeah, right, that's exactly they are worried about. Just what they need on a gawker night -- another non-tipping customer.
So the guy zeros in on me, which is exactly what I was expecting (I am straight, but the body language was unmistakable). He launches into this rap ("so what's this guy got going on that all these girls are here; I love your voice, are you southern?") and the dancers start smiling and squeezing my leg under the table. I am the host, so I figure throwing "I'm straight" back at him would be rude and dismissive, and frankly, he could not have been more polite, so we had a really nice chat for a while. Funny guy. What was slowly dawning on me was that I was now in the position that the dancers are often in. So this is what it's like to have customers who are not your type (ahem) come on to you, and still have to be polite, diplomatic and even encouraging. And dance for them!
Now that's work!
This is the third time that this has happened to me in the club over the last few months. I'm not complaining at all because it's always a party and we always have fun with it, but this is the first time I've found myself in an "aha" moment with the dancers. Now I know. Or at least I think I do.
I'm curious to hear what the dancers think about this.



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