Money. That's why I keep coming back. That has never changed. I'll tell you what else hasn't changed. Summer being poop for money.
Tonight we had a super moon, the summer moon. It was a late night for me. The sun was up before 6 a.m. It's definitely summer. I can thank regulars for god tonight. Club regulars. I have no personal regulars, which is sad. It's only because I work in a highly competitive club. I'm sure if I worked somewhere more regulars based, I'd have a few good men coming to see me every week or two.
Usually whenever there is a full moon, I expect chaos, and a lot of bull shit. But sometimes, good money flows with the full moon. Not so much tonight. So many guys, so many rejections. Fine, I don't wanna dance for you anyway!
I didn't get much rest last night. I was not firing on all cylinders. I felt like my game sucked, I felt fat, not interested. I kept trying to correct my body language since I am supposed to be dominant, confident and irresistible. But I was so tired, turned off, and pissed off. Not good.
I'm still a little bitter from last night. I am so happy I'm done working this weekend. Back to soul repair.