Poor Misguided Fools...

Sometimes I don’t understand what these people are thinking. I was serving a guy last night who is a regular customer of one of the highest earning dancers in the club. This girl actually really grates on my nerves…she literally dances in slow motion, moving as though she has been filmed normally and then slowed down to a quarter of the pace. Apparently this is supposed to be sexy. The main problem with this is that dancing this way for so long has actually affected the rest of her behaviour and now EVERYTHING she does is in slow motion, even the way she talks. She will look at you, slowly purse her lips and blink her eyes, keeping them closed for about three seconds, slowly drag them open and then say ‘vooooodkaaaa diiiieet coooooke….pleeeeeeeeaaaaaase…..’ then purse, blink and turn away again like a shiny blonde sloth. Anyway….this is besides the point.

Last night she was with this guy and all seemed to be going well…the usual sit down for regular customers: all talking, no dancing. Then all of a sudden he was gone and she came up to me to ask if he had paid the bill before he left. He hadn’t. Apparently he had stormed out on her, in her words, ‘cos I didn’t say I loved him’. She looked upset. According to her he had wanted her to be his girlfriend and have a meaningful relationship and tonight was the night that he had asked her if it would ever happen. She had said no. Got to give it to her for honesty. So he had walked out in a huff.

A few minutes later he came back looking for his credit card. We sorted out the bill and then he sighed and said morosely, ‘Tonight is a sad night….’. ‘Why?’ I asked. ‘Because this is the last time I will ever come here.’ Me being my curious self, wanted to know his side of the story so I probed him further. Apparently he and his accountant had worked out that he had spent between 50 and 70 grand on this girl in the past 2 and a half years. Every time he came in he gave her a grand. And now he is upset that it was all a farce. ‘I don’t understand these girls…why would they call me and tell me to come in, book flights to Italy with me and then turn around and tell me it doesn’t mean anything.’ Well….the answer to that is simple, they call you to tell you to come in cos you give them a grand every time you do and this is their job. The flights, I don’t know, like I said some girls go a bit further than dancing but it’s still a way to make money, it’s certainly not romance. I asked him why, if he thought what was happening between them was real, did he give her a grand each time. ‘Good question…’ he mumbled. Well, hello!!! Did this not cross his mind before? How do these men think that paying a girl to talk to them is the start of a romance??? What the??? Then he goes on to say that when you have so much money like him, it’s impossible to find a nice girl. So now apparently he is off to build a house in Thailand, where according to him the girls actually do what they say they will. I did venture to suggest that perhaps he wasn’t looking in the right places… no doubt fell on deaf ears...if he hasn’t worked that out by now he may never do. So who is in the wrong here? The dancer for apparently leading him on, although she maintains she never did, or him for being dumb enough to think that paying a girl in a strip club was the way to get a real girlfriend? Who knows…