Single

Tonight will mark my fourth consecutive night worked.

I'm unsure of how to feel about this. On one hand, I'm proud that I've been able to make it in all (soon to be) four days. Even though Wednesday and Thursday weren't up to par. On the other hand I'm depressed over the fact that work is my social life. It's either go to the club or sit at home and watch family guy by myself.

A lot of my customers are married men, in fact, I'd say the majority of them are. Married men are usually pretty easy; they're just happy to see someone significantly younger than they are naked. They generally don't try and burden me with their emotional baggage, and realize that any 'connection' formed in a strip club is founded on a completely superficial basis.

Unfortunately last night was like a single man buffet. There was one in particular who was really intent on draining me. He insisted on crying, I mean tears streaming down his face, over some girlfriend who left him. Six months ago. He was 43. I suppose lonliness knows no age, and it was evident he was just very lonely. He did pay me well for my therapy sessions, and I didn't get naked for him once.

Matter of fact, I barely danced at all last night, yet I still managed to make $450. Not great, but for the amount of energy expended, not too shabby.

Speaking of money, I think this job really distorts my perception of it. When I come home with less than $400, I'm disappointed. While being motivated and driven to make as much dough as possible is a good thing, $400 is a lot of money. Hell, $300 is a lot of money. Most people my age would be thrilled to make $35-$55 an hour, but I don't think twice of it. Once I leave this industry and enter the real world I'm going to be in for a rude awakening.