Undressing

I have meant to write this, and I have, so here I go again. Just this time a little more drunk, and so probably more honest. Since january I have been working as a manager at a Gogo Bar. It has been a lot of ups and downs, and I am only just a couple of months in and have barely gotten my feet wet. The place is kind of ghetto, and by that I mean that I am usually the only pastey person in there. The funny thing is that I kind of like it. Someone once called me a nigger lover and I guess this proves them right. I have already given out my number a few times and already picked up a guy once. I am working on the second one currently. Interesting little thing; they both have the same name. But #2 is just thrice as cute.

The girls on the other hand can be a whole other story. I realize that I am far too lenient on them. Black women have intimidated me since I have moved to the states. The fact that I am able to get along with them as well as I can is just amazing enough to me that I do not want to press too many boundaries. I am realizing that to survive I will have to, they are stretching those boundaries as far as they can. One girl is so crazy that she ate fried chicken while on the side stage! There is one dancer whom I adore, but even she is testing what she she can get away with. We shall see if I can rise to the occasion, and be a true Leo.