Ava Adore

Shift: 11.07.10, 5pm-12am.

Started out with John, a gent I’ve sat with before. We talked Jets games and Metallica tickets and his life that’s going awry: he and his wife are having screaming matches. He loves his 3 young children. Which is more damaging: divorce or hostile environment?

Hard questions. He also likes to question me about my love life, he’s seen Ch. and I make out for money for him before (you mean we get paid to do what we normally do?). I don’t reveal much of anything.

He asks about coming out to my folks. I give an abbreviation version. I’m not all-out to most of my clients - I think that merits a whole other post. He doesn’t get dances but again, tips me very well, and without my asking. A pleasure.

After that all the post-game kids come in and crowed the bar for about a half hour to an hour, and while they’re useless for dances in favour of their beers, they’re good for macho posturing and made it rain for me twice. Thank you!

When they cleared out, one of the football game kids remained; he’d apparently really taken a shine to me, called me over after my set with an ‘Aren’t you available yet?!’ His name was Brian; he’s a painter, works in abstract with spray paint.

We talked art and galleries and big families and Etsy before he took me for a 15 minute private (please and thank you) where he was incredibly kind and respectful (please and thank you) while still showing he enjoyed it. Please and thank you!

I told him to come back. I hope that he does. By that time I was about done with my shift for the day. I spent time with an older duo of friends who weren’t tipping me as well as I’d liked; then I went on stage another time and high-tailed it out of there.

Douchebag Count: 0
$hift Grade: B+