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.