I'm shook

Yikes, I’ve really never had this problem since the clubs have always sucked where I live to begin with. My biggest fear has been if they didn’t suck someone would drive by and possibly see my car - potentially embarrassing. One thing that has always amazed me, how is it I go into a club, spend some time with a dancer, and don’t go into that same club for 2 years, walk in and that same dancer runs up to me and remembers my name and things about me like it was yesterday. How do they do that? Meanwhile I can’t remember where I parked my car 20 minutes ago.

I once casually walked by this fat-booty Dominican thot that I had smashed OTC on several occasions. We glanced at each other and we both knew. But we just kept on walking like we were total strangers. My guess is they want to keep their whoring ways just as secret as we do our mongering ways.

“How do they do that? “ It’s a sales job. That’s something all good sales people can do. I think a lot of successful dancers could make bank in a traditional sales job. Too bad they don’t realize that.

@Shailynn Active trading means a lot of trades, losses, one’s that had too little profit to have really been worth it. It’s dealing with whole lotta 3 and 4 letter symbols. But I remember every 3 or 4 letter symbol that were nice profit makers. 2 years later if a winning symbol flashes up on CNBC, I remember it.

I went with my family to a restaurant a few years ago. When we were ordering our appetizers when they seated another family right next to us, including a dancer with whom I'd had several intimate ITC encounters. We both locked eyes just long enough to see each other's pupils dilate (we were maybe 5 to 6 feet apart). I'm sure at that moment we each had a deeper appreciation for the term "mutually assured destruction."

It used to be more common for there to be strippers I wasn't interested in but was friendly with, mostly because they were "stripper friends" of the stripper I'd be with with and often would sit with us for a while. We'd have a relationship kinda like neighbors, we didn't hate each other & we could chit-chat for a few minutes if we ran into each other, but it's not like we were friends. The Cuban chicks don't really do that sort of thing, so I've got less stripper acquaintances.

My craziest experience was I met an “upper-tier” escort one time in a metro area. She had advertised that she would be staying by the airport on X dates and I happened to be in town on those same dates. I reach out to make an appointment, find out her hotel, which happened to be a nice one I frequently stayed at so I booked my room. At the time I told her I would stay at the same hotel too. There were only 3 nice hotels near this airport so I figured I had a good shot of staying in the same one as her. This was all a big deal because I traveled to this city frequently and their strip club and escort scene had always sucked. A week later I arrive check in my room, few hours later I reach out for my scheduled appointment and get her room number which is right down the freaking hall from my room. Amazing coincidence as this was a 300+ room hotel with lots of wings of the main building. The craziest part is leaving the next morning I walk into the elevator and she’s there, with what I assume is her husband or baby daddy, and her two kids. We did the eye glance at the was it. Leave the elevator and both walk out the side door I walk to my car, she and her family walk to hers, which is parked right next to mine. Damn. She was driving a brand new 7 series Beamer so apparently the escorting business was good during that time. As for the session she had a wonderful personality and we clicked well but as soon as I touched her arm she started that fake moaning shit which got a little annoying, another reason why strippers are usually better but there are times when you have to take what you can get.

yeah... there are certain dancers who clam to remember me even though I am completely certain (despite my failing memory) that I've never ever seen her before let along did private dances with her. But as pointed out above it is a sales tactic... my problem is resisting the urge to call it out.

Last week I ran into Walmart at 06:30 to grab some sandwiches and Bucked Up for the work day. A stripper who I was quite attracted to and tipped a lot two nights prior was also in the self checkout. I couldn't stop checking her out. She was as hot in yoga pants as she is in stripper gear. I don't think she recognized me. I thought about going over to make a play like Shakespeare, but decided to just leave it until the next time I hit her club. In the past, it was common for dancers to not work at the closest strip clubs to where they lived, so they would not run into family, coworkers, classmates, and other people they knew from where they lived. I think that has mostly changed nowadays. Gen Z and younger Gen Y don't seem to give a fuck if their whole community knows they are a stripper.

Wow, y'all brought up some really good points about baby strippers growing up in a culture where sex work is no longer stigmatized. Guess Ill just add on another thing to the list of social phobias.