Rewind

Where do I start...

As I was leaving for work on Friday I hear my phone vibrate. It's a text from the ex. I haven't talked to him in months, and didn't plan on ever seeing or talking to him again. Of course, that never seems to happen. The text simply says 'sociopathic stripper' [it actually says my stage name, but I didn't want that to be public].

I decide to ignore it and head to work. Unfortunately curiosity got the best of me and I responded with '?'

"are you working?"

I respond a few hours later (hey, I was working) with a 'yeah'

When I check my phone towards the end of night this gem is waiting for me

'I was at your club earlier but i didn't see you...must have been in vip'

Now, I was in vip, but only for an hour, so I find it hard to believe that he happened to be at my club during that time.

He then makes shitty conversation and tries to get me to go over to his house. Hell to the no.

The next day I get more texts from him.

"Come to Opera with me tonight"

"I'm working" I respond.

I go off to work and everything is going well. I go to check my phone around 1:00, and there's a text. A one word text. I get a bad feeling and realize that he's probably at my club.

I start to walk out to the floor and *bam* I see him. I beeline back to the dressing room and bitch to the housemom and other girls.

I finally get the nerve to leave the dressing room, and go to the bar. Of course he sees me and comes over.

"what the fuck? I told you not to come to my club. I could have you kicked out."

"Wow, I haven't seen you forever"

"Will you buy me a shot?"

"You should buy me a shot, you're the one with all the money."

I walk off.

Of course I get called to stage 2 minutes later because the universe hates me. My ex is standing in the corner, not watching me on stage of course. He does come up and tip me 8 dollars as I give him the death stare. He leaves shortly after I get off stage and continue to ignore him.

Of course I get a text about how I should come over. I'm almost impressed he has the nerve to booty text me after the fact that I've told him numerous times I hate his guts. I reject his offer and tell him to have fun sleeping alone.

The next day, I have this gem waiting for me,

"I finally found that middle eastern girl I'm gonna do"

"Wow, that took you a while; almost a year. Glhf."

I mean seriously? Was that some sad attempt to make me jealous, because if anything it made me relieved. Go booty call some middle eastern chick and leave me the hell alone you disrespectful sleazy-ass motherfucker. Gah.

In other news, I went to a cookout with my friend and a bunch of her coworkers (she works at a gym) on Sunday. Now, in Georgia you can't buy alcohol on Sunday, and due to poor planning, we had none. So we all decided to go to a mexican restaurant for drinks. I got trashed and blacked out (surprise surprise). Apparently I was all over one of the guys there, but I don't remember. He's a fitness model, and pretty attractive, so that's good.

I'm hungover as hell today. Work is gonna blow tonight.