Ok, about two weeks ago I was at work on a Wednesday night. It was about 11, and I was getting ready to leave because I had a massive headache. Management asked me to do "one more set," as they always do. So I'm up there dancing and for some reason having a really good stage set. A few guys tipped $20's, and more than that were tipping very generously. I have no idea why because I was totally over it and ready to go home.
This middle-aged guy limps up to the stage, he's got a big body on top, but little tiny legs. I go to him, do my little wiggle, and am kind of chatting him up. He starts telling me all of this personal stuff, at the stage--his wife kicked him out for the night, he's had cancer, etc. I tell him that I'll come over when I'm done, because I didn't want to waste stage time sitting there talking to this man.
I go over to him because I thought it would be worth a few bucks, plus I kind of felt sorry for the guy. He seemed really desperate for someone to talk to. So he pulls the old, "I never come to these places," routine and I smile and tell him we charge $20 a song, whether we are sitting at the table or dancing in the back. He pulls out $40 or so and I sit there for a little while listening to his sob story. He was one of these people who tells you his life story in the first ten minutes of knowing you. I am a very sympathetic person so I sat even though I wanted to leave, and then he wanted to go get some dances. I figured I'd make some quick money off of him and go home.
He gets back there and decides he doesn't want dances because that would objectify me, lol. Of course I'd rather sit than dance so I sat with him back there and listened to more of his bs. Then I told him I was leaving work and I'd see him around. He begged me to stay, wanted to go to the ATM and everything. Normally I would stay for money like this, but my head was pounding plus this guy was creeping me out somewhat. I find another dancer to take care of him and leave work.
Skip to last night. The guy comes in and dollar signs flash in my mind. I go over to him, and just like the last time, he's being really weird. We went straight to the dance room and he got about three. He was telling me that he got a room at the Ramada, which is right near the club. Then he kind of indirectly propositioned me. *shudder*
I excused myself to go to stage (thank god) and then later on I saw him sitting there and went and said hi to him again. He said he had gotten some more dances but they weren't as good as mine because they were "sleazy," lol. And then he was like, "I can't believe you'd talk to me, as beautiful as you are," I didn't know what to say. It was like he did not grasp the concept of what I do at work. Then he started asking me, "What would I have to change about myself to get a girl like you?" I gave him some bs about just being himself and I told him I am not there to critique him. Then I laughed and said, "I wouldn't want to be critiqued, I'd rather not know."
Then, and I do not know what he was thinking, he starts in on how he doesn't like the necklace I'm wearing. But he was being very rude about it. My patience was at an end with this motherfucker. First he's pathetic, then he insults me? I said to him,"I've sat here and talked to you very nicely and you are going to be rude to me? I don't think so. You know what you'd have to change for me to want you, for any woman to want you? Everything. Because nothing about you is appealing, not even a little bit." Then I turned around and walked off. It felt so good to say that.
I don't know why that pissed me off so much, maybe it was that I felt I had shown a lot of patience in dealing with him and then for him to try to pick me apart just went over the line. I have a zero tolerance policy for rudeness, with anyone, but especially with pathetic, fat, loser motherfuckers like him. Later I find out that he was weird and rude towards another dancer. I don't know how guys like that get through life. He had told me he is an attorney, and then there was the bit about his wife kicking him out for the night. Who marries a guy like that? Just thinking about him makes my skin crawl.



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