Went to the club on a Monday which is very rare for me. It was dead but at least there was 0 cover charge and drinks were 4 dollars. Posted up by the bar and within 5 minutes this skinny black girl approached and starts with the chit chat and usual where are you from what do you do questions. I really just wanted to chill but we get past the introductions and was thinking what the hell let’s maybe do a few dances later (did not say this out loud ). I don’t know how we kept talking and the conversation turns very very disturbing. Basically she told me she was raped by her uncle when she was 9, has had a gun point to her head, mom is mentally ill, got 2 kids and does not really know who one the fathers was. Instant buzkill for me. This girl has had a messed up life, I knew a lot of strippers had issues but dam son, this was the worst I have heard. Decided to cut my night short and head home. It was too much.
I remember many years ago I went to one of my regular clubs on the night it was announced one of the bartenders died. You'd think the club was a morgue. After a lackluster dance from my favorite girl there, I just left for the club down the road.
You know what helps with buzzkills? A friendly guy named Jack. And if the world is too much of a downer for Jack to help, you can reach out to Johnny and Jim and maybe even to your Old Grand-Dad. They’ll all collaborate to rebuzz you. ROAR!!!
I think some dancers think that providing details of their private lives makes them seem more human. In general, they're right, but it can go from "humanizing" to "what the absolute fuck" in a heartbeat, and some don't seem to notice that boundary.
It's always wild to me when I feel like I'm providing free therapy to the dancer. Usually it's Baby Daddy drama. But sometimes they will casually drop bombs about past trauma.
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