A recent conversation:
Someone or other was mentioning how he planned to invest in some property in Arizona. He seemed to be addressing his comment to me. Or maybe no one else responded so I felt compelled to fill the silence.
"That's great." I said. "A girl I dance with owns a house in Tucson. It's been a nice investment for her. She bought it about five years ago and has a professional management company oversee the placement of tenants and maintenance of the house."
"What? Did she inherit it or something?" he asked almost mockingly.
"No.." I responded while attempting to conceal my irritation. "She was priced out of the Los Angeles real estate market so she decided to make a purchase in Tucson and rent the place out. It turned out to be a good decision. She's pretty good with her money."
"Oh, I'm sure she' a real rocket scientist." he sneered unnecessarily.
I did not respond, but I'm sure my annoyance appeared on my face.
Laura, a model I know, stood nearby and felt compelled to smooth over the unpleasant vibrations floating around at that moment.
"I think he just means that most strippers in general are.. well.. maybe not all that financially savvy." she said.
I must have glared at her.
"Oh, come on." she said."You know that. You aren't going to stand here and say that most of those girls are the sharpest tools in the shed."
"Depends on the woman." I responded. "Some are highly intelligent, most are average, and some are pretty stupid."
"Please. You of all people know that smart girls don't aspire to have careers as strippers. Most of the ones you dance with may not even possess normal IQs. Doesn't it appear that way to you when you are at work?" Laura asked with seemingly genuine curiousity.
"That's because they are at work and they just strapped on their 7-inch heels, fake names, and overly accommodating personalities right when they got there. Yes, some of them are complete dumbasses, but many others really do have their shit together. Also, most customers fail to realize that many of the dancers have other careers and only dance to make extra money in their free time. You would really be surprised."
Laura remained quietly reflective for a moment. Then she said:
"So what's your other career? Are you a rocket scientist?"
I felt her sarcasm seep into my bones, but we were in the bar area of a public restaurant and I did not want to get arrested for bashing Laura's face in, particularly since I would be commiting the atrocity in full view of at least fifty witnesses. I took the higher road aned ignored her facetious inquiry. Fortunately my friend CoCo, who is also a stripper at Larry's Rack Shack like myself, had a glamour shoot scheduled with Laura for the following week.
Boy, was Laura ever in for a surprise when she arrived at that shoot. The photo taken with Laura behind the veil shows the last time that Laura smiled that day. Or perhaps that entire month.
Someone or other was mentioning how he planned to invest in some property in Arizona. He seemed to be addressing his comment to me. Or maybe no one else responded so I felt compelled to fill the silence.
"That's great." I said. "A girl I dance with owns a house in Tucson. It's been a nice investment for her. She bought it about five years ago and has a professional management company oversee the placement of tenants and maintenance of the house."
"What? Did she inherit it or something?" he asked almost mockingly.
"No.." I responded while attempting to conceal my irritation. "She was priced out of the Los Angeles real estate market so she decided to make a purchase in Tucson and rent the place out. It turned out to be a good decision. She's pretty good with her money."
"Oh, I'm sure she' a real rocket scientist." he sneered unnecessarily.
I did not respond, but I'm sure my annoyance appeared on my face.
Laura, a model I know, stood nearby and felt compelled to smooth over the unpleasant vibrations floating around at that moment.
"I think he just means that most strippers in general are.. well.. maybe not all that financially savvy." she said.
I must have glared at her.
"Oh, come on." she said."You know that. You aren't going to stand here and say that most of those girls are the sharpest tools in the shed."
"Depends on the woman." I responded. "Some are highly intelligent, most are average, and some are pretty stupid."
"Please. You of all people know that smart girls don't aspire to have careers as strippers. Most of the ones you dance with may not even possess normal IQs. Doesn't it appear that way to you when you are at work?" Laura asked with seemingly genuine curiousity.
"That's because they are at work and they just strapped on their 7-inch heels, fake names, and overly accommodating personalities right when they got there. Yes, some of them are complete dumbasses, but many others really do have their shit together. Also, most customers fail to realize that many of the dancers have other careers and only dance to make extra money in their free time. You would really be surprised."
Laura remained quietly reflective for a moment. Then she said:
"So what's your other career? Are you a rocket scientist?"
I felt her sarcasm seep into my bones, but we were in the bar area of a public restaurant and I did not want to get arrested for bashing Laura's face in, particularly since I would be commiting the atrocity in full view of at least fifty witnesses. I took the higher road aned ignored her facetious inquiry. Fortunately my friend CoCo, who is also a stripper at Larry's Rack Shack like myself, had a glamour shoot scheduled with Laura for the following week.
Boy, was Laura ever in for a surprise when she arrived at that shoot. The photo taken with Laura behind the veil shows the last time that Laura smiled that day. Or perhaps that entire month.
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