hehehe.
so last night i met this old guy who's supposedly some music industry hot shot. though he wouldn't specify anything about his career (big surprise). right away he asks why i'm dancing and i tell him that i'm saving money to move back to la. he gives me this heart broken look and i tell him it's ok because i love dancing and the whole ny experience has been good for me. he doesn't buy it. at this point i was ready to walk away but it was so quiet there wasn't anyone else to talk to.
he continues to tell me how sad my story makes him. asks me if i'm ok. no really, are you Really ok? then he tells me that he has a place in arizona that's about 4 hours from la and i can come stay with him if i need to. heh. heheh. hehehehehe.
why? why oh why? i must ask, would i drive basically all the way back to la only to stop 4 hours short of the promised land and shack up with some complete stranger?!? wow buddy.
luckily it got busy after my first stage set and i didn't waste any more time with mr. music mogul.
but the funniest part is that he kept coming to find me all night and tell me he wanted to leave me his number in case i needed anything, yet he never tipped me. not once. not on stage. not for conversation. didn't buy any dances. and he seemed kind of sad that i didn't keep talking to him. awww...![]()



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