First there was Kat. She was actually a former porn actress, but a husband left her with a kid and bills. We had chemistry and a quarterly habit turned into a monthly appointment. Towards the end of our two year relationship the kisses became longer and more heartfelt. We discussed having a regular relationship. Suddenly, she changed everything, her club, her phone number, her address, and her habits. That's when **** swept in.
For the first fourteen months, it was a fun fling, our LD's getting more and more interesting. One night when I went, she basically threw me around the room, angrily declaring she wasn't doing certain things anymore because she had quit drinking. I went on a nine month fruitless journey to replace her.
The week of Thanksgiving I ran into her several times. She still stayed away from the sauce, but the fun was back. Then, suddenly, the ugliness returned. Even though she had made several calls to me, and returned several of my calls in a week's time, the silence began.
I decided I'd had enough of the headgames and I contemplated telling her off. Christmas morning, she suddenly called. I was in a movie and she told me she would run an errand, then call back.
I had worked all night, and went well into the day before I got so tired that I decided I needed the sleep more than anything else. It had been 2.5 hours since she had called. I turned off my phone and slept for five hours. When I awoke, no messages, nothing from her.
The call? She had told me that the club was open Christmas Day and there was a buffet. She had told me "You shouldn't be alone today."
In other words, "You're a pathetic loser, come spend money on me."
I stayed home. I will never give her another nickel, ever.


What did you expect? Many dancers are not socially stable or reliable people. Keeping appointments, being loyal, working toward a goal and finishing school are not part of the life plan of many dancers. That's why they work in an industry that gives them quick money, lots of attention and makes no intellectual demands. Having an ATF is usually and exepensive and unrewarding headache with heartache.