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Waiting to see who the 'Hawks no. 26 pick will be. I find the off season front office moves interesting. I also like watching the beginning careers of players coming out of college. My favorite from the draft last year was Marcus Mariota. Maybe because of the northwest connection- I followed his college success with the Ducks. So, even though I'm a Seahawks fan, I'll watch a Titans game as backup (if the Seahawks aren't playing) but they aren't usually broadcast in my area.

Yes, she would probably appreciate it. One of my favorite compliments received in my LONG career, was about a fragrance I was wearing. It was an expensive niche fragrance special ordered from Barneys NYC. His interest led to an conversation other than the banal stuff usually touched on as a prequel to dances. I really remember his appreciation of something that I was a connoisseur of. Also, I second the theory that quality perfumes don't really rub off (if you are careful) because you only have to apply a small amount.

"I mostly text her with details of dates, times, and places"... Since that's the case, I don't have any advice to offer. You're sort of stuck between a rock and a hard place (pun not intended) because she's your favorite but unmotivated by money. Unusual. Some of the younger girls entering the business seem to be this way. I had a new dancer tell me "meh" when I asked her how she liked our club. She had made BANK in her first two weeks so I couldn't understand her blasé attitude. I thought she'd be ecstatic. Turns out that she dreamed of dancing on stage with a spinning pole and our club's pole was stationary. That was the whole reason she became a stripper, the spinning pole, not the money.

"It's part of the price you pay" or DON'T PAY may be another way to view this. I had a customer who came into the club a few times per month and spent a very meager amount of cash. That was fine until he began texting me all hours of the day, EVERY day. Numerous texts ranging from the innocuous to perverted. I'd be involved in an art project or some other non-stripper-y activity and my screen would light up with: "How's dirty mommy? Is she being bad?" He would get snarky with me when I didn't reply (which was often)and I would go dark on him for days. It had nothing to do with me being flakey and everything to do with me feeling put upon and wanting my free time to myself. Not every dancer is the same. It's a public profession, but some of us are more private than others. I don't like being in constant contact with anyone (no matter who they are) because I need time to re-charge.

Does your club have bouncers? If so, I'm surprised that she slipped past them. A similar thing happened to me but the wife was much nicer than in your situation. She came in while I was sitting with her husband and waited at the bar. He saw her and said, "My best friend is here". I didn't know what he meant because had told me that his wife had died. I excused myself and she went over and sat down. Apparently, she spotted his car in the parking lot and decided to see exactly what he was up to. She was actually nice looking with long blond hair. I almost asked her if she wanted a job.