A friend took me out to dinner tonight and we discussed my future and how I could be successful at the bar. The best way for a girl to make a lot of money is to have regulars - someone who comes at least once a week to see her specifically. In order to get regulars girls will try to establish (or make the customer think they are establishing) a real relationship. They exchange phone numbers, text regularly, and meet outside of the bar from time to time.
Although I've given my number to plenty of customers to call in case they come back, I've been very hesitant to meet outside the bar. I have been open to texting regularly and eventually perhaps meeting outside for lunch or dinner, but most of my customers have stopped responding after a few messages. I'm not sure what to think about that. So I guess it's a combination of reluctance on my part and disinterest on theirs. Also, I don't want to give a guy the idea that we are dating when all I'm doing is customer relations.
1. Approached a guy at the bar who kept looking back in my direction. It turned out he was just looking at the game on the TV above my head.
2. This guy was so scared by me; he blinked rapidly, smiled nervously with terror in his eyes and raised his hand as if warding off evil.
3.SWEET! I met this guy at my first bar. He used to be a fairly well-known Chinese actor from what the Chinese girls told me. He was definitely attracted to me so as soon as I recognized him I went over and said hello. I ended up sitting with him and he bought me at least 9 or 10 drinks.
4. Eventually #3 seemed to be drying up so I went to try my luck with a whole table of haole guys. The one I sat with got my number in case they came back the next night but didn't buy me a drink. K went over and I think was a little more aggressive because he bought her a drink. I can imagine it'd be hard to turn down K. .
5. I saw a guy standing up at the haole table so I went over to him and started off by asking if he would like a chair. He said no because he has a sore back. Peeerrrrrfect. I give a mean massage and immediately offered him my services. He accepted and I massaged his back and shoulders for about 20 minutes while he told me about himself. He's retired military and now works in Washington. The rest of the table I think were IT and military related. When I was done he gave me $40!!
Here's where the evening gets weird.
the haoles left and I went back to say hello to the actor fellow. He said they were going to another bar and would I like to come with? Hell yes! Dollar signs always appear when a guy says that, because you know they feel obligated to take care of you and you're probably going to make at least another $100. Then I saw the massage guy come back in with his friend and figured they were probably looking for me so I got up to go see what was up. That was probably a mistake. I should have just let them leave again.
It turns out his head had been a little bit turned by me. Which is flattering and all, but the guy was in his late fifties, sweet enough guy, but damn that's always awkward. The waiter came by to get us drinks and at first I was like "no I don't want one" and the waiter was like "wtf??" but then I took one after all cus hey girl gotta make her money. Only she doesn't know that apparently because you'll see what dumbass thing I did next. So I'm feeling sorry for this guy and his friend is like "is there anywhere we can go that the drinks aren't $20?" So he wants to hang out with me outside the bar. At first I'm all like nope nope nope because I'm going out with my other customer who's actually going to pay me. But I'm a complete softie, and I need to remember that women can't afford to be softies, especially in this kind of business. I look at this guy, and he's so eager, like a 14 year old kid, and in my head I go "oh what the hell, I already made enough money tonight." You know I was a little drunk, that's going to be my excuse. So I said "ok, how about some breakfast?"
DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS DUMBASS DOES??! AND WHAT I LET HIM DO? I want to kick both of us. Ugh I'm so disgusted by my naivete. This dumbass takes me back to his HOTEL, apparently to order room service, which, oops, stopped at 1. Ladies, do not trust a man unless you have lived with him for 20 years. And, most of all, do not leave money on the table just so you don't hurt the feelings of some guy you just met. So whatever, my whole sweet "I'm so in love with you act" dies pretty quickly once I stop getting paid. Cus mother fucker this is my time now. But I'm holding on to it as best I can just so he doesn't get an awful shock. Arg but he just starts doing the most horribly trite, obvious things. He wants the rest of his massage. Sigh, ok, just because he said in the taxi he would pay me better for the next one and I might as well try to make something. Don't shake your head at me, I can shake my own head at myself and I'm doing it so hard right now it's about to fall off thank you very much.
So anyways, I'm giving him a massage and then he gets up and asks if I would like one. Let me swallow back the vomit as I say I actually did it, and he sucked at giving massages btw. Men are stupid, and we let them be stupid! I am the worst offender. So then of course he's like "this would be so much easier without your dress." Hah! yeah I bet that would make it easier for you. You'll be glad to know that I did not acquiesce to that request. So then I think he started kissing my neck or something, I don't know but I turned over and he tried to kiss me for real. I was like "uuum no." I mumbled something about my scooter and scooted for the bed. Can you believe I still felt sorry for this guy? Because at the door I was all like "you're a nice guy I'm glad we met blah blah blah." I think he didn't like feeling like a loser who lured young girls back to his room with the promise of breakfast because he instantly apologized and begged me to stay. You're right, I really should have left. It's never a good idea to give a guy a second chance, especially when he knows he's not going to get it without force...looking back I'm amazed the evening worked out as well as it did.
He asked me to finish the massage, which I did, and then asked to sit on the balcony for a few minutes while he smoked. Did you know the balcony was the scariest part of the whole evening? I don't know if it was the alcohol or just me being crazy but I was convinced that he might try to throw me off the damn balcony. I actually had adrenaline shooting through me and kept a casual hold of one of the bars, which I noticed was quite flimsy, the whole time. At one point he stood behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. I imagined myself falling through the air, just like the first few seconds of skydiving, except there wouldn't be a parachute.
A few minutes later we went back inside, he gave me $240, and I skeedadled, hopefully a much wiser woman, but I have my doubts.
The thing I really remember about this evening is imagining this guy as a younger man. He had scars all over him from his time in Iraq, and I remember being enamored by an ex-marine with similar ones. I ran my hands over them and thought about how they only made him more attractive. I wondered if anyone ever did that for my aged colonel. He had a strong, hairy body, even if the skin was much more saggy and wrinkled now, and I imagined him in bdu's, carrying a gun, alert and in-control, and had any girls ever thought he was the epitome of manhood? And now he was losing his head and spending too much on a young working girl.
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