(alternately titled, "Shut your effing trap already")
Just a little rant about a mistake I made last night. Figure there's no better place to put it than here, right?
I'm doing my rounds at the club, and get a guy to agree to a dance. The one dance turned into two, with him telling me how beautiful I am and how I'm his dream girl the whole time. I suggested taking it private, but he said, "Well, why don't we have a quick drink first and you can tell me how VIP works?" I give him the prices, then we do the small talk thing while waiting for our drinks and I ask, "So, what do you do in your free time?...besides visit strip clubs, obviously!" *giggle*
He replies, "I don't have much free time, I work a lot. I'm a computer engineer." (My thought: JACKPOT) He continues, "I'm here for a conference for work." (My thought: Double JACKPOT)
Then he turns the question around on me and asks what I do. I tell him I'm a student and keep trying to switch the topic of conversation back to HIM, but he keeps on asking questions about school. I figure that maybe he doesn't believe that I'm actually in school so I figure that I'll humor him and give him a little it of info about my graduate degree. Well, he gets really interested and before I know it I'm just talking and talking about school and my graduate program.
See, when I get excited about something that I'm talking about I turn into a little chatterbox. I was going on and on until I realized that he was looking at me strangely, which made me realize that I was totally bogarting the conversation. So I put on a (what I think is) a cute little face and say, "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm talking too much aren't I?!" To which he replies, "It's not that, it's just that you're really smart." (my thought: DANGER DANGER)
I say, "Well, thank you! It's just that I really love what I do...both at school and here at the club! So why don't you let me do the other thing I really love and dance for you some more?" (my thought: What a brilliant response! I'm awesome!)
He replies, "No...now that I see how smart you are I just don't think I can see you naked again." So I thanked him and [not so] gracefully made my exit.
GAH. I'm so mad at myself! I KNOW not to sit and talk forever. I KNOW that should only wait for maybe a song or so before bringing up VIP again to see if he's serious. I KNOW not to bogart a conversation. I KNOW that all conversation should really be about HIM anyway. And I broke all of my own rules. And probably screwed up an almost sure-fire VIP (or at least a whole slew of dances) because I couldn't shut my stupid mouth.
Has anyone else had this problem of diarrhea of the mouth when talking to custies?
Sorry, SW, I let you down this time....![]()



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A hot girl with intelligence is just too scary for their little egos.
Me likey,lol. I think the whole college coeds gone wild image gets them going.

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