I see him sitting at the high table with a direct view to the stage. This man does stand out because of his conspicuous appearance. He is dressed in T-shirt and jeans, nothing special there. In his 40s, medium built, not thin or thick, with a ‘but’ face and head. He is almost bold, wears glasses, and I feel bad for describing him like this, but he is drop dead ugly, troll like. I usually do not judge people by their external appearance but you will soon understand why I describe this customer like this.
As I said, I do not judge by the appearance, so I walk up to him because he could be a very nice man, and often nature makes up for lacking beauty with high intelligence. So I see the opportunity of at least an invigorating conversation and since that happens not very often at the club, I don’t let any chance pass.
He seems very nice after out initial introduction. He is very chatty and wastes no time, “I was at the sex club next door. There is a special ‘By invitation only’ party, and I was looking forward to get laid. But to be honest, it was horrible. Only ugly, fat women there, and that’s totally not my deal. I don’t want to bang some fat bitch.” Holy mushroom, Mr. Troll really thinks he is a winner and should have casual sex with Heidi Klum and Cindy Crawford, which he probably wouldn’t like either because they might be too old for him. Mr. Troll is seriously convinced a 20 year old super model is right up his alley. He continues with mind blowing confidence, “Well, since the sex club wasn’t my thing, I thought I come here. And I found what I am looking for. You are exactly my type. But don’t worry, I am not looking for a relationship. I am married and have two kids, so just casual sex.” He smirks, “I am a bad boy.” I almost cannot believe my ears and all I can say to that is, “I have to go on stage now.” He tips me $1 on stage and tries to put a smile on like a gigolo, but his troll face almost makes me explode into laughter on stage, and I burst out to the surprise to my co-strippers in the dressing room the minute I get through the life saving curtain that separates the stage from the dressing room. Sometimes, even a Jones doesn’t know what to say to that.
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