Old guys love coke

I made $900 on Wednesday, which was pretty nice.

The bulk of that came from a 1&1/2 hour vip. Sometimes you just get lucky and Wednesday night was one of those times.

The customer I was sitting with had just left so I decided to go and talk to a dancer friend of mine, as well as insert myself into the lap of one of the customers she was sitting with. This girl is great at getting guys into vip (I'm not), so I try and sit with her whenever I can. She doesn't mind, and she often gets me if she has a group of customers who want girls 'cause generally most guys like me. I'm not really an acquired taste, the only group that I consistently don't appeal to are black guys.

Anyways, I sit on an old guy's lap and it's game on. Shots are had, some dances are done and it's obvious the group is getting noticeably drunk. It's funny 'cause at first the guy I was with kept slipping me $20s and telling me that I didn't need to dance and I was a nice girl and all that shit that men often say under the delusion that you never hear it and they're being unique and kind. Truth is I don't mind being objectified at work and I'm going to see customers as potential money regardless of how they see me and what they tell me.

So we are discussing vip and the other two men at the table have agreed to go. I ask my guy about it and he says he'll do whatever his friends are doing-great, that was easy. Now I prefer to have a group vip in one of the larger rooms 'cause they're generally easier, plus I can get the other girls to hustle more time out of the customers that way. Unfortunately my dancer friend informs me that we're going to be doing separate rooms. Oh well.

Then, in a not-so-uncommon turn of events, my customer (who is 61, by the way) asks me if I can get any blow. Uhh...yeah, clearly we're in a strip club so there's no shortage of cocaine, but I don't like being the one of purchase it. I tell my friend that my guy wants some coke and she informs me that is what her customer and the other friend want too. We decide then to do a group room since it will be easier to get the drugs to everyone if we're all in the same room. Nice, huh?

So my friend and I go and purchase a few grams from one of the resident drug peddlers and we're good to go. The guys started out with an hour and a bottle of champagne. The room was easy, guys were fairly polite and didn't push the boundaries. Some coke was done (I only did one bump), and we had soon run out. This coincided perfectly with time running out, and my hustler-minded coworkers convinced the guys to get another half hour and we'd get them some more coke. Done and done.

Then I somehow got my customer to go out to the atm (the room and our payments had all been put on credit) and take out an extra $400 which was distributed amongst the three of us as a 'tip'. So that was $600 on credit per girl plus $100 and change per girl as a tip. Not too shabby.

The events of that night also reinforce the fact that most rich guys do coke. I had no idea it was so prevalent among the white collar crowd before working in a club.

I don't work 'til Sunday, so hopefully I can do some partying of my own this weekend.

On another note, the ex invited me to a hockey game the other night. I declined. Mostly because I wanted to work, but I would like to think I would have declined regardless of my schedule. I already know where things will go 'cause we've been there more than once before. I came up with the theory that we have some sort of 6 month rule regarding out interactions. When we met, we dated for approx. 6 months before things went sour. Then we went 6 months without contact. Once contact was initiated at that 6 month point we lived together for 6 months. Once that too went sour, we went our separate ways. Now, almost exactly 6 months down the road from our last split it seems as though contact is being re-initiated. Hmmm.

Two posts in one day (sort of). It's a new record!

I just spend a while reading another blog and I swear it seems as though it could have been written by a future me. More like hoping, really.

I hadn't thought of the ex-roommate (L) for a while. It had been a few weeks maybe months?) since last contact and I was feeling happy enough with my life that he hadn't really popped into my mind at all.

Until he emailed me, of course.

Isn't that the way it always is? You finally come to terms with the fact that you and so and so aren't going to work out; not as lovers, not as friends, not even as acquaintances and then BAM, they pop up.

He had sent me some stupid email with a bunch of questions under the guise of it being something interesting he was 'researching'. No 'how are you' or 'what have you been up to', just 'answer these questions so I can tell you about yourself'.

He's crazy. Not in a maniacal, violent way, though I did catch glimpses of his physically aggressive side while we were dating, but in a delusional, cult follower sort of way. Who knows, maybe the email really was just him doing research on some stupid shit that he's 'following' now.

Regardless of its intent, it got me thinking about him again, which I hate to do. It goes nowhere. It's just me shifting the blame of what went wrong back and forth between him and me. I start to analyze everything that he'd ever done or said. I'll recount all the stupid, shitty things he's done and then I'll switch over and think about all the cute, endearing things. I'll sit there and wonder if I'll ever care about someone of the opposite sex again.

I do date, though you wouldn't be able to tell from this blog. I'm just too picky. I can't get into anyone else until I get over the fact that L is gone. Sometimes I wish he would just die so that he were really gone and I'd be forced to move on. Then I feel terrible about wishing for such a thing. I don't know.

It feels good to be alive

I am finally not sick. That was probably the worst illness I've ever had and I'm thrilled that it's over.

I've been in such a good mood for the past week and super appreciative of the fact that I'm not sick anymore. That week was one of those moments that really made me stop and reflect on my life and dare I say it was life-changing.

I've only worked one night this past week and I did quite well. We seem to have more girls than ever but they don't generally last very long. I will only be at the club for another month and half, which as pathetic as it sounds, is kind of bumming me out. I've worked at this club for over a year and half, (longer than I've been at any other club) so while I mostly hate it and the relationship between a stripper and 'her club' tends to be dsyfunctional at best, it makes me a little sad to be leaving. I'm sure I'll be back once I'm back in town, though.

I'm moving over 2,ooo miles away and I'm pretty fucking excited about that. I kind of don't want to strip where I'm going, but I'm sure that will end up happening. It always does.

Off to find something interesting to do on this Saturday evening.

So sick...

I've been very sick for the past few days. I even left work early on Sunday 'cause I felt so crappy.

I had a dream within a dream a few hours ago. In the "dream" I had woken up and I couldn't breathe and I was freaking out. I kept trying to open my mouth and nothing was working. Finally I told myself to just relax and just breathe and i woke up gasping for air. Apparently I was sleeping with my arm pressed against my trachea which was causing the problem. Pretty funny.

Guys gone wild

So I got my first lap dance from a dude tonight. Holy crap, what a scary experience. About 3/4 of the way through the dance he whipped his penis out and started waving it in front of my face like an elephant trunk gone wild. I don't really like to look at penises(?) so I put my hands over my eyes and squealed like a 5 year old. I hope I didn't offend the guy, I'm sure it was really nice and all, I just didn't expect it to be swinging about 3 centimeters from my face.

I was back at this club I worked at about a year and a half ago. It's guys on one side and girls on the other. Obviously we spent time on both sides, as I really prefer dances from the female persuasion; they aren't so...smothering.

I've gained a couple pounds and I don't really like it. I notice I make the most money when I'm super thin and tan. I like being super thin, but I'm not so into the tanning thing.

I don't work again 'til sunday, but I'm going to try to put in 4 or 5 days next week. To make up for my slacking attitude this week.

We got some snow/ice the other night, I almost went into work but I decided against it last minute. That always happens, I get ready, drive all the way there and then sit in the parking lot for about 10 minutes and drive home. I don't know what my deal is. I feel like I'm on constant burnout but I haven't even been dancing for that long.

Slow

Last night was unbelievably slow. I heard Sunday and Monday night were the same.

I think I may be coming down with the flu.

New Year's blah

New Year's Eve wasn't so awesome. It was ok, just not spectacular. Me and my bestest kept with tradition and went to our favorite tacky little restaurant/bar and then hung out at the frat house. Meh.

The frat house is a ga tech frat, and it's pretty much the nerdiest one ever. I kind of like it because they guys are so dorky that they aren't really pushy or annoying. Unfortunately I don't find any of them attractive so hanging out there isn't going to help my dating/sex life much. My friend doesn't seem too bothered by this, as she's screwed her way through about half the house thus far. She really is the sluttiest slut that ever slutted and I love her for it.

We went out last night and it was decent. My friend (slutty one) ended up meeting some guy and wanted to go home with him. Since I was the driver I drove them (they were drunk) and us to their place. They went off to the bedroom while I sat on the couch and watched some horrible GI Joe movie with the other dude. About 20 minutes into the movie my friend comes out and whines that they can't fuck because neither has a condom. As luck would have it I keep a spare in my purse (it's been in there a while), so I donated my penis protector. Another twenty minutes go by and I'm starting to get bored of the stupid movie so I go and check on the lovers. Turns out they didn't have sex and my friend was pissy because 'he wouldn't even let her suck his dick'. Uhh...ok, time to go. A typical Saturday night, really.

I'm working tonight-hopefully it will be as good as last Sunday.