Well, i learned tonight that i'm being hated on. apparently lots of it on a daily basis each time i work, according to a good friend and the housemoms. and the best part of this is that while it doesn't bother me at all, it means that i truly am a top earner, if other girls are drinking the haterade and spewing it.
Last night Emily and I lassoed a big spender. setting: dead bar. i mean deader than it's ever been dead. 3 custys, two out of money, one there to see the bartender, that type of night. we are reading SW on Em's blackberry (haha) and then this guy walks in. he's a whale. for sure. he's got the blue blazer, the button-down shirt with no tie, khaki slacks and oxford shoes. he goes directly to the atm. he withdraws. he inserts card again. withdraws again. tries a third time but fails (our atm is weird, funny shaped card entrance), and then goes to bathroom. comes back out and goes BACK to the atm, but seems to be having difficulties. i look at her, she looks at me. we look around.. the sharks have started to circle, all of the girls want this guy. so i say to her, go ahead. i had a vip already, you didnt. she says let's double team him! im like, ok!! so we approach, from about 8 feet away she's super friendly, "Hiiiii!" and goes to his left. so i go to his right. we learn that he (supposedly) is an administrator for Virginia Colleges and Universities and needs a distraction from the massacre. so we nod, and i say let's go sit and get comfortable, and talk. he says, yes, let's go talk. so we walk him back to VIP, and he starts boasting that money doesn't matter, he just wants to talk. (ding ding ding ding!)
he immediately gives each of us $100, the host $100. he starts boasting that he's a millionaire. later it's a multi-millionare. and even later it's billionaire! (pick one, buddy!!) so then, about 10-15 into it, he says that he wants to talk price. so emily starts high (which often works). "$3000 each!" he tells her she's crazy, and then says to her, "you be quiet while i talk to the SMART one!" and turns to me. we both looked at each other, it was the beginning of a long insulting vip where he was going to tell us how much better he was than us and how my best friend was stupid (made her say she was and made me agree) and when i'd leave for bathroom or whatever he'd try to turn her against me, making her say that i was a bitch (she told me later).
we both knew to get his money, we'd have to take the insults, and just deal. he was sloshed, and a douche,, he bit me (3x!) and continually put my best friend down and wouldnt stop talking about how great he and his family were. so the entire time im tracing STFU onto emily's leg because im needing a way to outlet me frustration with him. he was the type to need to be always right, he was bragging that money wasnt an issue, he woudl pay thousands, millions etc etc, albeit the first time a guy has bragged abotu money and then SPENT it haha.. easily offended dancers wouldnt have dealt with him because he was downright arrogant and rude.
i ended up charging him double (for each of us) of what we did. we spent two hours with him and then peaced out with him trying to get us to go home with him (lmao). and when i got home and googled him, i found nothing. figures.
we agreed that it was worth it but we both were so wound up after it. today Em tells me that there was a LOT of hating and jealousy over what (was assumed) we had made. the best one was, "they're not even pretty!"
this makes me feel SO good. i must be doing something right to be hated.
*pats self on back*
/endstorytime and self-praise.




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And she's pretty, too! Good god almighty.
it's hilarious!

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