Tales from Da Club #24

No matter how much the rappers romanticize it, love in da club is never a good idea.

If you’re a client, you will spend all your money.

If you’re a dancer, you won’t make any.

I learned this the hard way at the club last night. He was sweet and humble, with the face of Josh Brolin and the soul of an artist, and I didn’t stand a chance DON’T JUDGE ME, MOTHERFUCKERS.

He said he didn’t normally buy dances but said he’d make an exception for me. I talked him into it because *I* wanted it.

That was the worst lap dance I’ve ever given. It turns out if I like you, I get shy and awkward. Geez, who fucking knew?

He was passing through on his way back to Oklahoma. I happily sent him on his way because mixing love and pleasure makes me a broke-ass dancer. 

I scored his number though 🙂

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