So Fucking Lame

So......ready for a rant by Tatiana? Last Friday night was annoying, many of the guys in the club acted like assholes. And I was not the only girl that observed that fact. Look, me and most of the other dancers neither appreciate or think it is amusing when some random drunk yahoo comes up in our face and blurts out, "Smile". Like you are some kind of a smile enforcer, I smile when I want to, not when somebody demands it.....and one more thing, there is nothing wrong with me, I am not mad or sad just because I don't sit around like a deranged person with a constant smile plastered on my face. So thank you for your concern, now scurry away and order yourself another alcoholic beverage.
Then some really fucking lame BILO came up to me towards the end of the night while I was sitting completely content by myself at the bar and tried to strike up a conversation with me.
I was polite and talked a bit but when he announced that he did not want a lap dance (maybe later) then, newsflash (!) yes, I did lose interest in talking. He was not that fun and I found him annoying, especially since he started interviewing me and did not respect my personal boundaries regarding not wanting to answer certain personal questions. Look, just because I work in a strip club doesn't mean that I am available to your every wish and demand, you moron. You do not amuse me or interest me........I was not aware of that I was getting subjected to a Scientology style auditing session by you and that you demand a truthful and prompt answer to every single query you have about me and my life. And then when I actually told him some stuff, it wasn't good enough. Like that I thought work was lame that night. And that I am a feminist. Not good enough. Too difficult for his brain to work around.
It is always better to lie and appear FUN and BUBBLY than to tell the truth. Especially in the US, many people have a hard time handling the truth. It is much better to put up a fake front instead of acting normal. Smile big then feel sad when nobody can see. Well, I am not like that. Then he said I must hate life. How can you even make a statement like that based on a five minute lame conversation? I do not hate my life, I actually quite enjoy it most of the time.
Let me see, the moron was making loud manly bonding noises with his buddies. Which the majority of us in there found irritating by the way. Then he told me he was married. Then he got a lap dance from some girl. So I am going to ASSUME now based on what I saw and heard that he was a loud idiot in an unhappy marriage, looking to cheat. Right? Same kind of assumptions that he made of me, not even knowing ME. The guy went from complimenting me (best looking girl in the club.....not that I cared what he thought about that anyways) to asking to speak to the manager because he wasn't happy with my attitude. Listen, I do not give a fuck about what you think about me. You are lame and I feel bad for the poor woman that is married to your sorry ass. Go home and whine to her, I hope she smacks you over the head with a hot frying pan. Leave me alone. I don't want you in my breathing space.
Complain about me all you want. I am not changing for you anyways. I have a great personality but my attitude is determined by my surroundings and you are lame therefore my might attitude suck at the moment, towards you only. BYE!
I do meet many cool, fun and interesting people at work......if it wasn't for them I don't know what I would be doing with myself in there. I prefer a giving conversation over some lame interview though. When people are nice and fun I can talk forever with no money involved, I do not charge to talk. But I do not have to talk to every annoying person that demand my attention.
Then I met and danced for a really good looking guy. A 21 year old PIG FARMER. He looked like a model and I told him that he should send in some pics or go into a modeling agency.
I could envision him on an Abercrombie poster.