The Russian

Last night I worked at the 'new club' and it was such an obnoxious night.

I did learn to do one pole trick, sort of. I think I might keep going on just for that, I mean there are literally no customers, so I can practice my pole work without looking like a dork in front of money.

The one and only customer in the club last night happened to take a liking to me, which may sound like a blessing, but eh...not so much.

He was this Russian kid (ok he was 31, but you know) who got pretty drunk and thought that we were in love and that a sincere relationship was blossoming between us. He pestered me all night, and kept giving me these back massages where his finger would get dangerously close to my ass crack, and was a complete pain in the fucking ass (figuratively). I only managed to get $250 out of him, even though I saw that he had another hundred in his wallet that should have been mine. Oh well.

Way to crush my perception of Russians, which I previously felt were the most amazing people in the world.