Last night I called my boyfriend. His dad is mad at him. Keeping in mind what I’m going through right now, you’d think the conversation would have gone differently. I spent the entire hour giving him advice, and helping him. Basically he was pouting like a baby, going on and on about how he’s nothing but a fuck up, everyone hates him, life isn’t fair for him, nothing goes his way…
I love the boy, but I don’t have to like him. He has a pathological fear of rejection and failure, so it affects him much more. Still, it was aggravating. Then I was interrupted with a call from my mom, so I said “Hey, it’s my mom, I’ll call you back as soon as I’m done. I get done chatting with my mom. I call him back. The asshole has turned his phone off. That was last night. What happens when I call him this morning? The asshole still has his phone turned off. Where is he when I need him most? Not here, that’s for sure…
Tonight is the big night. I got an outfit a few days ago. It’s a white and black pinstripe braw with black like trim. The g-string I picked out is white with a black lace flower. Then I got a black tank top and black skirt. You know how people try to defend Miley Cyrus and say she’s not slutty or stupid? Yeah, that black skirt is from her clothing line. Boo-yeah! Try and defend that now!!!! Anyway, I was going for a kind of ‘tuxedo’ look. Today I’m going to hoof it on over to walmart and get a black ribbon to tie around my neck, bow-tie style.
If I get to be a stripper, I’m thinking about Gamine for my name. Or maybe Vixen, but Vixen just sounds so….obvious. As for my theme, I was thinking about the audience, right? It’s mostly going to be old guys and middle-aged to old guys. The club is located right next to a Boing factory, so there’s going to be no shortage of customers. I figure, old guys have all the money, so they’ll be my target audience.
Everyone wants what they can’t have. What do old guys not have? Youth, vitality, vigor, ect. So I was thinking that should be what I’m going for. Gamine/Vixen/Whatever could have this coltish, almost flapper-ish thing going on . Young, energetic, slightly boyish with a touch of old hollywood glamour and mischief. I could always alter it slightly. Maybe one night I would be more on the girly side, ect.
