So my roommate was out of town last week. I'm not sure if I've mentioned this before, but my roommate is dating the Mexican's roommate. This makes things difficult for a number of reasons, but mainly because everyone in our little circle knows everything. If I'm gone for the night, my roommate knows. This means her boyfriend knows. Which means his roommate, the Mexican, knows. This can be a problem when it comes to keeping secrets.
So anyways. I took her absence last week to my advantage and decided to work a night at the club. Even though I had told the Mexican I had quit (and I did- for 5.5 months), I needed money. While some people may frown on this violation of trust, I have to say that the relationship between the Mexican and myself is rocky at best. Honestly, as of now, I'm not sure there is even enough of a relationship to salvage.
So I worked. And it was almost like I had never left. I mean yeah, girls have left and decor has changed, but I couldn't have honestly told the difference between the other night and a night 6 months ago. Well, except for the fact that my tolerance has gone down.
Part of me feels bad about failing. Failing to 'stay off the pole', as they say...but things are different now. I do have two other legitimate jobs. Jobs that I can put on a resume and get referrals from. I have four classes left 'til graduation-the end is in sight. I don't feel as trapped as I used to. And the money is still great.
Lastly, I have been having correspondence with the Ex. Not that I would ever ride that train again, trust me, I'm completely over that...but he always pops up at the most interesting of times.
I'm probably going to be blogging somewhat regularly again, as I plan to work this Friday and Saturday, as well as some of next week.
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4 comments:
Thank goodness. One of the few decent and interesting blogs yet.
Will you tell us what drew you to the Mexican and what is keeping you? It seems like you guys were always hanging on by a thread (BEEN THERE)
You are a good person. Don't give yourself too much angst.
Why don't you just get the Mexican to be a stripper too? Then you would have that in common. You could even compete as a team at nationals in Las Vegas. Imagine him hugging you with pride when you make semi-finals in mixed booty clapping. Turn a negative into a positive.
You sound happy and balanced more than most of us can say. Sorry the thing with the Mexican didn't work out. People (like that girl) suck, there are way too many of them out there.
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