Dancer: would you like a lap dance?
Me: thanks but no.
Dancer: what?
Me: (thinking she just didn't hear me over the music) No thank you.
Dancer: why?
Me: What?
Dancer: why don't you want a dance with me?
Two choices here:
Lie. "I'm just not in the mood."
Truth. "You're not my type, you have absurd looking fake breasts, you don't have a pretty face, you jumped straight to the "wanna dance" question, you seem disinterested and mechanical, there are a dozen girls here who are much hotter than you, you seem desperate, my guess is that you're low mileage, you strike me as a girl who probably participates regularly in stripperweb, and if you give me a minute I can easily come up with ten more reasons." Or I could summarize and say simply "the same reason I don't drive a 1972 Ford Granada."
Whats the right answer, and why would she ask?


"Fuck off, bitch."