pomfelo

So we went to this SC I've never been to before. The place was nice enough, but I there was a whole lot of crazy going on.

First, I got a dance from this hot chick. Afterwards, I mention she probably has places to be, but she says we're cool, it's slow and she wants to hang out. Fine. We chat...then she keeps pulling the subject back to how Mexican are lazy, don't work, and take money from good white folks like her. But she's not racist. I know because she kept saying that she's not a racist.

Okay, I get rid of her. D is filling in a dancer all about insurance subsidies (give her a freakin' Oscar) so after a while I ask this girl for a dance who seems a bit quieter. Remember that novelty song, "The Lap Dance is Always Better When the Stripper is Crying?" Yeah, not so much when she explains it's because of an anxiety disorder, and it's really her fault for opening her eyes during the dance.

Okay, we're getting ready to leave. I decide to tip this girl on stage before we go. She tells me I'm cute. Not cute like, "He's hot/I'm trying to get a dance from him." She says I'm cute like "Who's the cutest wittle guy in the whole wide world?!" *pinches cheeks* Oy.

Well, we still had fun. I'm just a dork. Blah.