I have never been so ashamed of messing with a guy in all my life.

The boy toy pretty much said that sleeping with me was him "doing something nice" for me.

When did I become a charity case? FUCK. THAT. NOISE.

Damn. I think you need to expand your roster of torture candidates.

He was trying to get with one of my coworkers last night. Upon mentioning his rendevous with me (which was supposed to happen again last night), he told her that he doesn't remember ANY of it and that he woke up not knowing what happened until he saw that he was in my bed with a naked yours truly.

OHHHH. AND.

Apparently he has fooled around with guys.

Which, I have no problem with that...as long as he's honest about it.

However, honesty and this guy seem to be enemies.

Tough break.

I've already informed 2 of the security guards at the club that I don't want him at my bar until he apologizes in a HUGE way.

The best part is that all of his coworkers at his bar LOVE ME and come see me at least twice a week. He's just going to be shit out of luck.

No glove, no love.

I'm not dancing. I'm bartending and cocktailing.

But sometimes I do private dances for the extra cash. I mean, who turns down $40+ for 3 minutes work? Or $200 for an hour?

For you? Free of charge, sugar. *wink wink*