So the club died yesterday about three hours before I left. There was only one guy at the tip rail. He'd been sitting up there for hours and would dole out ONE dollar at a time. I'd seen pretty much every other girl in the place go up to him and not get a dance, so I figured he wasn't getting dances either. I thought he'd maybe buy me a drink or something so I could get through the next couple of hours of boredom. Didn't take long to find out that he was on his lips drunk. He kept trying to jam his knee in my crotch. I started making excuses to leave but he kept trying to keep me there. Then, he slaps me (HARD) on the lower back. I was like OW! and glared at him. He was like, you liked that, didn't you. I was like, Maybe if it' been my ASS instead of my LOWER BACK (no, it wouldn't have been okay on my ass either, I was just trying to make a point). So, he says, Ok, and hits me HIGHER up on the back! I couldn't believe it! I get up to just leave and he hits me on the back again! Douchebag... Later, I'm walking by again and he tells me to sit down, I stop by warily... (I just never learn) and he slaps my legs together! Ugh! Since the only other guys in teh place were at the bar and not paying attention (so we'd have to go on stage anyways and not get his wonderful dollar), I didnt' go to the bouncer... I just warned the other girls... I did end up telling the DJ though. Some girl went and sat with him anyways... Seems I was the only one who got the VIP treatment. Ugh, this was AFTER some other drunk guy spilled beer all over me. Two make all this worse... I'm trying to stop drinking at work altogether... but I'm just cutting down for now... So I was sober for all of this. Boo.



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