oh yeah. creep

I had that meeting with Dave and Cole downtown at 1:30. I found the place just fine, I usually get lost driving around Richmond. Dave was running a little late so I just sat with Cole watching him do his job. When Dave got there, he showed me around. Then we talked about when I could come back: Monday afternoon, 1 pm, 5 30 minute massages, $30 each. :)

Work was interesting, I guess? Tech was playing at 7:30 so the poker guy didn't have a 7:00 game but a bunch of people showed up for it, got mad, then didn't come back. Everyone was being uber lazy with side work and shit but I won't get into that now. I don't have anything else to complain about, besides lazy bitches. The 9:30 poker game was alright, I suppose. Well, I made $130.

Oh yeaaahhh, my schedule sucks, again! This chick is looking for a new job! I might start doing house calls (massages, nothing nastyy) but I don't know how much I should charge for that? Oh yeah, stop making whore jokes about my job, kthnx.

Oh and the creep thing. This guy used to (months ago) come in at least once a week and BEG me to go out with him. Eventually he said if you turn me down one more time I will leave you alone. I didn't see him awhile after that. Except like a month ago he was in there and asked if I remembered him. Anywho, there was a group of like 7 people, and after awhile one guy called me over, I guess my name tag gave it away that I was Jaclyn (who knew), and the guy was like "Do you remember Matt Faulkner?!" It took me a minute, then I'm like ohhh yeaaahhh. So, this guy tells me that Matt STILL talks about me ALL the time but he moved away from Glen Allen so he never comes in Bdubbs anymore and that he would like me to call him sometime and he gave me Matt's number. Sorry for the run-on sentence, but WOW. Creeper.

And, Dan is THE man! hehe