I cannot remember why I had such a hard-on for this job. Maybe it was the mostly-naked women; or it could have been the shitty music, the management kissing my ass (they offered me "options" on how many more days I would like to work between their two clubs), OR... it could just be the pocket full of one dollar bills. I am a whore, I can admit that. I am also a slut, which is much more fun. Wait, let me wipe the glaze off before I dirty my laptop... More importantly, I'm an asshole. I try to warn everyone in advance, but no one seems to want to listen. Is this my fault? Maybe; probably; but I should at least get point for giving fair-warning. I moved here to try to leave my weird, deviant, complications behind; but now I know it's just me. I am a magnet for: intellectual conversation, whiskey, and, well, lady parts. Should I resist when they are offered to me?
I read back through this and it sounds like I'm trying to justify my weird sense of guilt. In reality, I have nothing to feel guilty about. I am who I am and I've wormed myself back in to the only environment that can accept who and what I am... Is this such a bad thing? It does not feel bad, only fun. And in the end, what is really wrong with a little fun? Or, a lot of fun? Damn my Catholic guilt complex; while it does not ruin my night, it makes it hard for me to sleep once I come home...
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