Kilt Boy

The Ref, with Dennis Leary, Judy Davis, and Kevin Spacey. I used to get together with an old girlfriend and her father every year and watch Casablanca. Not really a Christmas movie, just a memorable movie moment around the holidays.

Really, that's about all I can say. See if they are interested, give them the paper to read on their own. Carry on. NB: some club owners may not take kindly to anyone pushing anything in their club. Just be careful. Remember, this is supposed to help everyone in the long run.

I've picked up on a few things while discussing this with some dancers. Not everyone is going to be receptive to this. Some girls are perfectly happy with how things are going for them. So, before you get going on a full-blooded discussion on the subject, try to put out some exploratory questions about whether they feel they could be doing any better than with the guys who just happen to walk into the club at any given time. Don't try to go over everything that is in the documentation. If they're interested, give them the pamphlet and they can read it at a later time. Don't be pushy. Don't act like you're giving them the word of god. "Have you heard the good word?" Make a particular point of mentioning that there is no cost to them aside from a small amount of their time. You need to seem genuinely helpful, and not like a creepy salesman.

Today was public relations day. Both Bridgette and Adara have Lyla accounts and wanted to discuss things with me. Yeah. That sounds TOTALLY believable. It is, though.

Just don't try to go all the way over the top.

I read that this morning, which is what twigged the memory.

Brooklyn. Also fun. Look for her.

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You're right pagypie. Aaliyah is pretty amazing. The club darkened up a bit in the afternoon with Ashley and July. Money makers. Good god.

The Maverick stage show is amazing, as always!!

I can't think of an instance lately where I've heard anyone complain about the girls or the safety at Barb's. In fact, last week I had taken a young lovely into the back, had a good time, and couldn't find my wallet or phone afterwards. They were still where I had left them, unmolested in the Erection Section by the pole. My beautiful friend Chrissy had kept an eye on them after I left and she noticed them there. I don't think I'd feel that secure in a bank. Plus, much better service.

After a brief discussion with the mod, I'm going to add a disclaimer as well, noting that this is not affiliated with the site officially. They think it's a good idea, though. I'm certainly not a professional business promoter or a dancer manager/wrangler and it's best to push that out with the rest.

Thanks, Bridgette. That's the kind of input I'm looking for. I mean, those are just suggestions that a few of us came up with. They may not be the best, and they may not even work. However, it's a starting point if you step back and take a look at what it is that you're trying to accomplish. Business cards seemed a logical next step when internet addresses became part of the information equation. One of the ideas was that of security through PM, so you wouldn't have to give out your phone number. Remember that these were thought up by a group of old men who cut their internet teeth on bulletin boards, long before the age of texting and freely accessible information. Trying to get young(er) girls hip to these ideas is difficult. Sometimes security doesn't come with a shortcut.

Vertical smile has always been my favourite.

Nice. This is a word that has taken on a special significance for me. I've heard it a lot during the initial moments of intercourse. I've noticed it especially because of the change in pitch when they get to that one specific word. "Oh, wooooow. That's (voice drops) niiiiiiiice." Happened many times. "That is some nice (intimate male noun) you got there." All the damn time. Always with the word 'nice'. I've taken it to mean that I've had an effect on the females of our species AS A WHOLE. That's just my opinion. I haven't met them all. Yet.

So I stopped in last night for a couple of quick beers ... and Stacey sat down with me. We chatted for a while. It seems that she HAS danced for/on me before. It was quite a while ago, but I'll be damned because she even remembered the booth we were in. To quote the movie Slapshot: "Naw, dat no good. You go to de box for two minute. You feel shame." I love watching for that second when a girl drops her guard and just starts being herself. Maybe I can get past the pretty, young, flawless exterior and spend time with the interesting person underneath. Anyway, she may join us here, online. I look forward to her point of view in some of the topics in the Dancers and Devotees social group.

After speaking to a few ladies about this over the last little while, I'm going to add punching and spitting to my list of unacceptable behaviours.

Is that where she went? Yeah, I don't blame you. Edit: Sorry. Different girl from the one I had in mind.

I'm going to have to check with snopes.com, but I think Ariel is an urban myth.

If this is possible, I know a few ladies who should be Pope! http://trib.al/7UJa8Nm

What a night. I was there from 6-1 and traded stories and dance coupons with relatively high frequency. Chrissy started me off. I can't get enough of this girl, and she doesn't mind giving it to me either. That face. Those boobs. She's so flexible and soft. Like Gumby! She's recently joined us under the name PrettyChrissyBaby (above), so welcome her to the site. I think my plan is working. Next, Paris. You have to watch this girl or she'll walk all over you. Like, literally. I've had to show her the yellow card before, and she knows to hold back with me. I just can't resist her perfect little butt and beautiful lips. Then, the drinks started to kick in and there was a line of girls waiting to take me to the CR. I gave them each a turn. Carmen was a standout, and a beginning of variation from my regular type. Love a dancer who walks the floor with a can of beer in hand. Heaven Lee was a whole lot of woman and an absolute ton of fun. I spent an unforgettable half hour with Veronica. I love that girl. She's slightly awkward in her movements (we've talked about it), more hockey player than dancer, but still makes it work. We're bros. I think I reached my stretch goals with them. I find it odd that in all the time I've been going to Barb's, Stacey has never approached me. She'll work the entire floor and completely ignore me. That's fine with me, really, I just find it odd. I ran into a few old friends, and a guy I used to work with 20 years ago. He remembered me right away and I him, eventually. Maybe it's my FACE that is memorable. Someone was having a really horrible experience with a patron, so she came to sit with me. I bought her a drink and just let her rant. Anybody can have a bad day. After 15 minutes, she was finally in a good mood. It's nice to be recognized as the 'safe space'. As I was leaving, she broke away from a table to give me a long, honest hug and thanked me for helping her to enhance her calm. Anyway, after 7 hours of stage diving and bouncing pretty girls on my lap, it's no wonder that my legs are sore this morning.

After grabbing me under the table and making a pretty accurate estimate of my size, "You know, I have no gag reflex ..." Why are you telling me this?

Ha ha! Made you look! ... at my junk!

I enjoy a good discussion about 'fluid dynamics', if you know what I mean. Wait, what?