I spent a little too much time and money at the club last night. $30? Stayed sober and had fun anyway.
The cute customer I've been watching dance on monday nights for the last few months just started working at the club as a dancer.
It's too loud in there to really talk to him, and I'm not at all sure that he likes me, and it's mutually awkward, but I got a nice lap dance.
Right now I'm a total barfly, not even pretending to work, just going out chasing a social life. It's a Maslow's hierarchy thing. Money is ok right now, so companionship is the next unsatisfied need.
Today checked the mail, just bills, bought decaf $6, watched a sinatra/gene kelly movie. Several manhunt guys offering me coffee dates. Right now I'm making a stew with parsnips and sangria.
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