For entertainment only:
So, a man traveling on business came into the club last night. He was tall and handsome.
He suggested, rather assumedly, that I come to an after-hours club with his group after the show. I told him, I would consider and that I wouldn’t be able to give him an answer until then.
He came up to me after the show and asked me whether I would like him to wait for me or to meet him at the after-hours “like I promised.”
"Excuse me? I never promised and I am too tired."
Mr. Ego could not handle my answer and kept bothering me so I decided to give him a piece - of my mind.
"Would you like to know why I am saying no? 1) You never offered to buy me a drink 2) You didn’t offer me to sit down 3) you didn’t offer to care of any of my needs. So - now you are asking me to party at an after-hours with you when you couldn’t even take care of me here. It is obvious what you are after and I am not the one."
He hastily offered to correct his shortcomings, but i suggested that it was too late. His ego rose up to the ceiling in desperation and he got dirty and suggested that I was “living an unfulfilled life and missing out on everything good.”
I replied with,
"You don’t fu$&ing know who I am. Thank you and goodbye."
I left him in the dust as I b-lined to my male friend at a VIP table that was on the edge of his seat just waiting for a sign from me for him to intervene.
You will not believe. I was talking to a few new guests at the bar in between sets. A sweet working girl came up to me and said, “This man would like to buy you a drink.” She gestured with smile to a tall handsome man behind her: Mr. Ego himself.
"Oh, really, have you come back for more? You just can’t take no for answer, can you?"
He laughed and asked for my beverage preference. I couldn’t help but say yes as I was amused by his determination. As we waited for my drink he asked me again to join him at the after-hours. I declined and firmly stated that it wasn’t “my style.” He then, asked me to meet him for breakfast at his “hotel.”
My jaw dropped - and I just couldn’t help laughing at the daftness.
Again I declined and pointed out the discrepancy between his suggestions and his pledged angelic intentions.
Just as my lychee martini arrived I bid him adieu to take the stage for our last set.
After the show, I dressed back into my street clothes and prayed he wouldn’t see me as I snuck out the door.
I thank God for the good men in my life. And I also thank God for men, like tonight, that wear their intentions on their sleeves. They are much easier to deal with than the wolf that shoots for your heart.