I'm back at my old club. Surprise surprise. For the past few months I haven't worked much, but I'm starting to get back into the groove of things.
I'm still with the mexican...I dunno. I like him, but I just know it's not going to work out. He doesn't like my job, and at the end of the day I'm going to choose my job (money) over any guy. I find myself being resentful at him for taking up my time that used to be taken up by work.
Money is as good/bad as it's always been. Not much really changes on that front.
I haven't been drinking at work lately because I live sort of far from my club now. I actually blew a .00 last night. Cannot remember the last time that happened.
I guess I'm starting to feel bored with my life, which means I'm probably going to move halfway across the country or something soon.
Showing posts with label the Mexican. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the Mexican. Show all posts
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Monday, August 1, 2011
Goodbye club
It's been a while since I last posted. I've only been working intermittently lately. Let's see, I worked last Tuesday and Wednesday, but skipped the weekend. I'm not working this week except for Friday and Saturday. I'm actually leaving my club in a week for a new club because I'm moving, so Friday and Saturday will be my last nights. Unless of course I hate the new club, and decide to commute to my old one because it's worth it. This may very well happen.
Last week was meh. On Tuesday the bouncer recommended me to a customer who just likes to sit and talk to the girls (while paying them, of course). This worked out well, because he did indeed just want me to sit and talk. I stayed with him for ~3 hours, and only got $300, but I didn't mind. It was so easy. I also smoked a huge cigar and sipped Baily's on the rocks. How classy!
On Wednesday, a regular of mine came in. Unfortunately he brought his wife, so there was no vip :(. I sat with them for, I dunno, maybe two hours and he gave me $200. I guess that means my sitting rate is around $100/hr. I suppose that's not bad for what it is. I liked his wife, she was the ideal strip club customer wife. Friendly but not gropey, not pissy and angry, and not completely wasted. They're a cute couple.
My summer semester just ended, thank god. What a boring one it was.
I'm still hanging out with the Mexican...I'm not sure what we're doing exactly, still. I hate discussing those sorts of logistics. We did agree that we wouldn't sleep with other people, so I guess that's a start. He keeps telling me he loves me, and that he loved me since he first saw me, but I don't know-he's cheesy as hell. It's funny because I thought he was gay when I first met/saw him.
I did get a message from a client of his the other day, thanking me for picking him up (drunk) from a dinner party she threw. She mentioned in the message that he mentions me a lot, and that she wants to meet me. I told him this and he got all embarrassed. It was cute.
I guess it's time to start packing!
Last week was meh. On Tuesday the bouncer recommended me to a customer who just likes to sit and talk to the girls (while paying them, of course). This worked out well, because he did indeed just want me to sit and talk. I stayed with him for ~3 hours, and only got $300, but I didn't mind. It was so easy. I also smoked a huge cigar and sipped Baily's on the rocks. How classy!
On Wednesday, a regular of mine came in. Unfortunately he brought his wife, so there was no vip :(. I sat with them for, I dunno, maybe two hours and he gave me $200. I guess that means my sitting rate is around $100/hr. I suppose that's not bad for what it is. I liked his wife, she was the ideal strip club customer wife. Friendly but not gropey, not pissy and angry, and not completely wasted. They're a cute couple.
My summer semester just ended, thank god. What a boring one it was.
I'm still hanging out with the Mexican...I'm not sure what we're doing exactly, still. I hate discussing those sorts of logistics. We did agree that we wouldn't sleep with other people, so I guess that's a start. He keeps telling me he loves me, and that he loved me since he first saw me, but I don't know-he's cheesy as hell. It's funny because I thought he was gay when I first met/saw him.
I did get a message from a client of his the other day, thanking me for picking him up (drunk) from a dinner party she threw. She mentioned in the message that he mentions me a lot, and that she wants to meet me. I told him this and he got all embarrassed. It was cute.
I guess it's time to start packing!
Sunday, July 3, 2011
moving on
So, I'm sitting here feeling sick to my stomach and I don't know what to do. I don't think things are going to work out between me and the mexican. He's an alcoholic. I realize that I drink a lot, probably too much at times, but not like him. Despite my sometimes heavy drinking, my life is pretty together. I make it to class four days a week, I am able to keep my apartment clean, I have no DUIs. I very rarely get blackout drunk.
He's been drunk for 4 days straight. He left me at the bar last night, crashing his car on the way home. I finally realize he's left the bar (as well as our tab, which I paid, and it wasn't just our tab, his other friends were drinking on it, too) and walk home by myself. The next morning when I wake up and go outside, I see his car with a huge scrape down the side, and a blown tire. He's lucky he lives so close. He's lucky that there weren't any cops out patrolling for fourth of july drunks.
Today the drinking starts right after we wake up. Bloody marys with his friends. I drink one, and call it a day. He's on the floor of his friend's place with no idea what's going on by 3:00. I finally hit my breaking point and leave. Of course I haven't heard from him, probably because he's passed out somewhere and his phone is dead. He wont remember any of this tomorrow, and it'll be all 'sorrys' and 'i messed ups', Too bad I've heard these words a million times, but the actions aren't matching.
The thing is, he is a sweet person. When he's sober (and even when he's drunk-he's definitely not a mean drunk). I can just tell at this point that I shouldn't even bother getting any more invested in this...relationship. I can tell it will not end well, and that breaks my heart.
It has helped me in the sense that I'm much more aware of my own drinking. I can now see how obnoxious some of my past behavior must have been to the sober people around me. I now understand how being a drunk not only disrupts your own life, but the lives of those around you.
He's been drunk for 4 days straight. He left me at the bar last night, crashing his car on the way home. I finally realize he's left the bar (as well as our tab, which I paid, and it wasn't just our tab, his other friends were drinking on it, too) and walk home by myself. The next morning when I wake up and go outside, I see his car with a huge scrape down the side, and a blown tire. He's lucky he lives so close. He's lucky that there weren't any cops out patrolling for fourth of july drunks.
Today the drinking starts right after we wake up. Bloody marys with his friends. I drink one, and call it a day. He's on the floor of his friend's place with no idea what's going on by 3:00. I finally hit my breaking point and leave. Of course I haven't heard from him, probably because he's passed out somewhere and his phone is dead. He wont remember any of this tomorrow, and it'll be all 'sorrys' and 'i messed ups', Too bad I've heard these words a million times, but the actions aren't matching.
The thing is, he is a sweet person. When he's sober (and even when he's drunk-he's definitely not a mean drunk). I can just tell at this point that I shouldn't even bother getting any more invested in this...relationship. I can tell it will not end well, and that breaks my heart.
It has helped me in the sense that I'm much more aware of my own drinking. I can now see how obnoxious some of my past behavior must have been to the sober people around me. I now understand how being a drunk not only disrupts your own life, but the lives of those around you.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Suspended
So, I've been suspended from work all week (til Friday) because I didn't work last weekend and didn't call in to inform them that I wasn't working. Being suspended from work is a lot like being suspended from school; not really punishment.
The last night I worked was Wednesday, and I did well. Except for the fact that one of my customers (who is a regular) only gave me $300 for our hour vip, which I didn't realize until later in the night, after he left. I made up for it a little by charging the next guy $250 for the half hour, so it's not that bad. Still pisses me off, especially if he did it on purpose.
Thursday evening I decided I wanted to go to the beach. I let the mexican know of my intentions and he wanted to go too. We tried to get more people to come along, but it ended up just being us. We left around 3:00 in the morning, and got to the beach around 8:30. It was fun. We were wasted the entire time (as usual) and I'm too lazy to write out all the shenanigans we got into.
I proceeded to spend the entire rest of the weekend with him and his roommate, who is one of my best friend's boyfriend. We all hung out at the pool and drank through sunday. Monday came, and I found out I was suspended from work, which I honestly think is a good thing because it allows me to be sober for a week. So far it's been almost 3 days, and I still haven't touched alcohol.
I have a feeling I'm hanging out with the mexican tonight, so we'll see how my sobriety goes then...
The last night I worked was Wednesday, and I did well. Except for the fact that one of my customers (who is a regular) only gave me $300 for our hour vip, which I didn't realize until later in the night, after he left. I made up for it a little by charging the next guy $250 for the half hour, so it's not that bad. Still pisses me off, especially if he did it on purpose.
Thursday evening I decided I wanted to go to the beach. I let the mexican know of my intentions and he wanted to go too. We tried to get more people to come along, but it ended up just being us. We left around 3:00 in the morning, and got to the beach around 8:30. It was fun. We were wasted the entire time (as usual) and I'm too lazy to write out all the shenanigans we got into.
I proceeded to spend the entire rest of the weekend with him and his roommate, who is one of my best friend's boyfriend. We all hung out at the pool and drank through sunday. Monday came, and I found out I was suspended from work, which I honestly think is a good thing because it allows me to be sober for a week. So far it's been almost 3 days, and I still haven't touched alcohol.
I have a feeling I'm hanging out with the mexican tonight, so we'll see how my sobriety goes then...
Monday, June 6, 2011
What nice feet you have...
I didn't do particularly well at work any of the days I made it in this week. Not horrible, just not great.
I did have one customer who wanted to eat m&ms from between my toes. He was a foot fetish guy (and maybe and m&m one, too). At first I was like 'hell no,' but then I figured I'd rather deal with that than the usual gropeasaurus rex. So, I raised my price a bit (hey, gotta pay more for out of the ordinary shit) and off we went. It was weird, but not too bad. No regrets. It's funny getting the fetish guys, 'cause they often look nothing like you'd expect.
Tonight at work I'm going to be harassed by the bouncer, as he keeps harassing me about our next date. I just don't want to date him. Hell, I don't even want to go on any more dates with him, fancy free dinners and all. Gah. Such a shitty situation. Any suggestions on what to tell him without making our working relationship weird? I've already told him I feel weird about dating a coworker, and that I'm just not sure I want to be dating anyone right now, to no avail. What makes it worse is that all the other bouncers know about the mexican (who i'm pretty regularly sleeping with at this point), so I wonder if they told the bouncer about him.
Speaking of the mexican, we hung out this weekend and acted like drunks. It's one of those relationships (and I use that word extremely lightly) that is super fun, but probably unhealthy. Oh well. I'm not good at reading people, especially when I'm sloshed all the time, so I have no idea what's going on in his head (I'm not sure he does, either).
While I'm on the subject of men I've slept with, the ex decided to pop into the club Friday night...He's been doing that a lot lately. Luckily for me, I left 2 hours early that night, so I was literally doing my last dance of the night when he walked in. I went straight to the back after that without saying hello, and went home. Of course he had to send me some smart ass message. I really don't know what's going on in that man's head...
I did have one customer who wanted to eat m&ms from between my toes. He was a foot fetish guy (and maybe and m&m one, too). At first I was like 'hell no,' but then I figured I'd rather deal with that than the usual gropeasaurus rex. So, I raised my price a bit (hey, gotta pay more for out of the ordinary shit) and off we went. It was weird, but not too bad. No regrets. It's funny getting the fetish guys, 'cause they often look nothing like you'd expect.
Tonight at work I'm going to be harassed by the bouncer, as he keeps harassing me about our next date. I just don't want to date him. Hell, I don't even want to go on any more dates with him, fancy free dinners and all. Gah. Such a shitty situation. Any suggestions on what to tell him without making our working relationship weird? I've already told him I feel weird about dating a coworker, and that I'm just not sure I want to be dating anyone right now, to no avail. What makes it worse is that all the other bouncers know about the mexican (who i'm pretty regularly sleeping with at this point), so I wonder if they told the bouncer about him.
Speaking of the mexican, we hung out this weekend and acted like drunks. It's one of those relationships (and I use that word extremely lightly) that is super fun, but probably unhealthy. Oh well. I'm not good at reading people, especially when I'm sloshed all the time, so I have no idea what's going on in his head (I'm not sure he does, either).
While I'm on the subject of men I've slept with, the ex decided to pop into the club Friday night...He's been doing that a lot lately. Luckily for me, I left 2 hours early that night, so I was literally doing my last dance of the night when he walked in. I went straight to the back after that without saying hello, and went home. Of course he had to send me some smart ass message. I really don't know what's going on in that man's head...
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
I would never let her do that...
This weekend, like most, was spent drinking, drinking, and drinking some more. I'm not even sure how I managed to make it to work on Saturday night, granted I was over 2 hours late. Even with my late fines and short shift I did well. I think I might do the late thing every weekend.
It's funny how it seems that the crappier you look at work, the better you do. Maybe guys really do go for the disheveled look. There will be nights where I'm super done-up; skinny body, very tan, perfect outfit, hair perfect, nails done up, impeccable makeup, the whole nine yards...and nothing. Then, there are nights like Saturday where I'm suffering from alcohol poof, pool hair, skanky nails, bathing suit tan lines and I do great. Probably just a coincidence.
Friday night I went out with a bunch of people, including the Mexican (new name for my friend's boyfriend's roommate). It was fun, but I drank a bit too much. When I go out I dance; I'm not one of those sit-at-the-bar and look bored types. I'm out on the floor. Apparently this bothered some people the other night, as a group of girls approached the Mexican and said something to the effect of "I can't believe you let your girlfriend go off and dance with other dudes like that...I would never do that." A few things about that
a)I'm not his girlfriend
b)I would never want to be with a guy who 'lets' his s.o. do stuff. wtf?
c)Why do people care so much about what other people (who they don't even know) are doing.
d)What a tacky way to hit on someone.
e)It's weird hanging out with a guy who's attractive enough to get hit on by multiple girls in the course of a night.
Anyways. Night ended and Saturday started way too early. Somehow almost our entire group had disappeared through the course of the night and when we woke up it was just the Mexican and me. We promptly hit up McDonalds, Target, and the liquor store (in that order), and started day two of the holiday weekend. Saturday consisted of both of us being trashed the entire day. Our friends rejoined at some point and we spent a few hours at the pool. I remember we kept trying to go off and...make sexytime, and we kept getting interrupted. Then the Mexican passed out and I decided about two hours too late that I should head into work. Glad I did, though.
Sunday was fairly tame in comparison, just the traditional cookout and chill at the pool memorial day thing.
It's funny how it seems that the crappier you look at work, the better you do. Maybe guys really do go for the disheveled look. There will be nights where I'm super done-up; skinny body, very tan, perfect outfit, hair perfect, nails done up, impeccable makeup, the whole nine yards...and nothing. Then, there are nights like Saturday where I'm suffering from alcohol poof, pool hair, skanky nails, bathing suit tan lines and I do great. Probably just a coincidence.
Friday night I went out with a bunch of people, including the Mexican (new name for my friend's boyfriend's roommate). It was fun, but I drank a bit too much. When I go out I dance; I'm not one of those sit-at-the-bar and look bored types. I'm out on the floor. Apparently this bothered some people the other night, as a group of girls approached the Mexican and said something to the effect of "I can't believe you let your girlfriend go off and dance with other dudes like that...I would never do that." A few things about that
a)I'm not his girlfriend
b)I would never want to be with a guy who 'lets' his s.o. do stuff. wtf?
c)Why do people care so much about what other people (who they don't even know) are doing.
d)What a tacky way to hit on someone.
e)It's weird hanging out with a guy who's attractive enough to get hit on by multiple girls in the course of a night.
Anyways. Night ended and Saturday started way too early. Somehow almost our entire group had disappeared through the course of the night and when we woke up it was just the Mexican and me. We promptly hit up McDonalds, Target, and the liquor store (in that order), and started day two of the holiday weekend. Saturday consisted of both of us being trashed the entire day. Our friends rejoined at some point and we spent a few hours at the pool. I remember we kept trying to go off and...make sexytime, and we kept getting interrupted. Then the Mexican passed out and I decided about two hours too late that I should head into work. Glad I did, though.
Sunday was fairly tame in comparison, just the traditional cookout and chill at the pool memorial day thing.
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