Strange days
It's been odd recently. Many tales to tell but this one stands out for reasons soon to be obvious.
About a week ago myself and my flatemate were out seeing Dave Gorman. He bought me the ticket for my birthday, but that doesnt really add to the story in anyway.
Anyho the show finished earlier than we thought so we figured lets head round the corner for a few before home. As per usual on Sauchiehall St (One of Glasgow's main streets) there are people handing out flyers and passes etc. One girl just says 'free passes' shoves them in my hand and walks off. Upon instantanios closer inspection and about 2 seconds before they were about to be binned I realised they were free entry to a strip club round the corner. In a nano second our eyes met with the joint look of ' fuck it we're half pissed and its free entry. BUT lets not tell anyone'
We're in the club and it being a mid weeknight most of it is closed off so we're forced to sit down the front. As time goes on we get approached by what seems like an endless amount of this taverns employees. Now I have to say with any job I expect a certain level of professionalism and these girls we're mostly sadly lacking in it. If you want me to part with my hard earned money just coming up to me ans saying 'want a dance' isnt the way to go about it. I want a sales pitch and all the bullshit that goes with it. Oene girl walked up to us leant over and said 'do you want to see my pussy' To which I'll admit I did laugh a bit , duely apologised and we both went about our business.
I should go off at a tangent at this point and say I spent about 25 mins at the bar talking to a stripper just about travelling etc and we got so engrossed in the conversation I think both of us forgot why were there. Anyway I return to my mate who having been watching him out the corner of my eye has been approached by almost every girl twice but points out the girl I aughed at keeps look at out table.Considerable time and pints pass and on the way out this girl. (She was called Jaime I think) Comes up to us and drops a great bombshell
'You two dont remember me from High school do you?'
We both instantly froze but my mate who had only been drinking water the last 30 mins instantly pipes up ' What school and when did you leave' She gets both answers correct but refuses to tell us her real name as obviously these girls need a stage name and cant have every tom , dick or andy knowing their real names.
So we've spent the last week casually asking about as much as we can to find out who she is . So far no lucky.
It's been odd recently. Many tales to tell but this one stands out for reasons soon to be obvious.
About a week ago myself and my flatemate were out seeing Dave Gorman. He bought me the ticket for my birthday, but that doesnt really add to the story in anyway.
Anyho the show finished earlier than we thought so we figured lets head round the corner for a few before home. As per usual on Sauchiehall St (One of Glasgow's main streets) there are people handing out flyers and passes etc. One girl just says 'free passes' shoves them in my hand and walks off. Upon instantanios closer inspection and about 2 seconds before they were about to be binned I realised they were free entry to a strip club round the corner. In a nano second our eyes met with the joint look of ' fuck it we're half pissed and its free entry. BUT lets not tell anyone'
We're in the club and it being a mid weeknight most of it is closed off so we're forced to sit down the front. As time goes on we get approached by what seems like an endless amount of this taverns employees. Now I have to say with any job I expect a certain level of professionalism and these girls we're mostly sadly lacking in it. If you want me to part with my hard earned money just coming up to me ans saying 'want a dance' isnt the way to go about it. I want a sales pitch and all the bullshit that goes with it. Oene girl walked up to us leant over and said 'do you want to see my pussy' To which I'll admit I did laugh a bit , duely apologised and we both went about our business.
I should go off at a tangent at this point and say I spent about 25 mins at the bar talking to a stripper just about travelling etc and we got so engrossed in the conversation I think both of us forgot why were there. Anyway I return to my mate who having been watching him out the corner of my eye has been approached by almost every girl twice but points out the girl I aughed at keeps look at out table.Considerable time and pints pass and on the way out this girl. (She was called Jaime I think) Comes up to us and drops a great bombshell
'You two dont remember me from High school do you?'
We both instantly froze but my mate who had only been drinking water the last 30 mins instantly pipes up ' What school and when did you leave' She gets both answers correct but refuses to tell us her real name as obviously these girls need a stage name and cant have every tom , dick or andy knowing their real names.
So we've spent the last week casually asking about as much as we can to find out who she is . So far no lucky.
And thats true but I did edit it as some stuff gets too weird
kittyvalentine:
Yeah, I just applied directly through their website.