I got the worst customers tonight. No one understood what "tip" meant. People must think I like being molested.
Let's see, I scored a dance with a couple, old and gross, probably high on ecstasy because they were both extremely smiley and the lady was quite loosened up. Most women are really uptight.
Oh and I also scored a non-tipping sweatpants bonerman. (I just love that term, it describes them perfectly) I was not about to get his nut sweat on my ass and then he criticized my dance. So I criticized his pants. Ugh. !!! >.<
I also got another guy who happened to be drunk, and it was his 21st birthday. God dammit.
Oh I didn't get a dance from the guy who says I am too good to be stripping. FUCK YOU! And he gave me his business card. He is a lawyer. I walked away and threw it in the garbage when I got into the next room. I should have tossed it when he was still looking.
I should've been a bigger bitch. I felt like I failed at sales. I made money, but I felt like I worked way too hard for what I took home. I saw other girls smoked what I made tonight. I was so jealous I wanted to cry, especially for being jealous.
Ugh, why am I being so damn weak?! I hate being such a nice girl. Makes me wanna puke. I'm gonna be such a mean hustler tomorrow. I hate watching girls make more money than me. I wanna be that bitch pulling in a grand.