Worlds biggest PL.how to act at a funeral
shadowcat
Atlanta suburb
I heard it through the grapevine. This last week staff at Atlanta's Pink Pony had a day of condolence for the regular customer that killed himself because a club dancer had rebutted his amorous behavior.
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Through the grapevine, huh. Dancers know shit about so many people the great ones are like a Hood Heidi Fleiss.
Good. Because a talkin’ grapevine would be pretty frickin’ disturbing.
That said, that said did have a long conversation with some randos azaleas 🌺 But I was kind of in an alcoholic fog at the time. I think they responded but who the fuck knows? ROAR!!!
I didn’t know about a note, but several girls told me he sent texts with heart emojis to some of the dancers and the house mom before doing the deed.
Personally, I like the fact that the dancer doesn't know about my real life, and can't ever be integrated into my non-club life. At the club, to stave off identification, for privacy I tell people fantasy stories about who I am. I use something other than my real name. Hi I'm Bartholomew Simpson. Hello, my name is Lenny Briscoe, this is my partner Mike Logan (I actually do have minor acquaintance with Chris Noth but that's a different issue). Then I spin silly stories that are obviously fake -- I'm an astronaut spy, I work for Vladimir Putin -- to have fun with the concept.
Once in a while the truth does come out. Sometimes I admit a few snippets of fact if it's germane to certain types of knowledge I might have. F.e. if a dancer has some kind of legal issues, like drug possession charges or child custody battles, then I can usually direct her phone to the right website of a colleague who will represent her at dancer-level prices. I'm usually annoyed (though not surprised) to learn, almost all dancers have NOT hired a lawyer to represent them, even in serious matters. "Oh do I need one of those? Can't I just fill out the forms myself?" Also, sometimes I talk about my actual investments, the categories and fields that they're in (tech, oil, I own shares of evil empires), because (oddly?) some dancers always want to talk about the stock market. But they aren't getting my Social Security number, hell'z naw.
I also like variety of women, so I don't get to know any of them too well. If I didn't want a new pair of tits every week, I'd just get a girlfriend. I'd have better sex than I've ever had ITC anyways.
It's guaranteed that, this coming November, we will have elected a sleazy jerk as President. I don't think that could happen, if strippers had a monopoly on bad money management, substance abuse, and child raising issues. It's easy to criticize strippers, as they are people.
Nobody who wants to be married is qualified to be married. Marriage means making someone promising to stay with you even if in the future they are not happy with you. No decent person would ask for such a promise, especially not from someone they actually loved in healthy way.
One of the great things about strip clubs is that "normal" and "expected" are utterly thrown out the window. In the simple sense, the relationships aren't "normal". But in a deeper sense, I often find, when I'm interacting with a woman whose head is at least reasonably screwed on tight, that a lot of social conventions can be intelligently questioned and examined. Not just the typical "should" sorts of expectations, like getting married. But thoroughly seeing behind the whole "system" of assumptions. That's one of the sides of strip clubbing I highly value. Over all it's more honest about expectations and more capable of a clear-eyed view of why we do things. "The myths we live by."