The sexy naked dancing thing was very fun! The coworkers ranged from wonderful stripper godmother to malevolent girl-next-door, but the talking to guys thing was the worst because most of them were assholes.

I quickly found out that dudes that looked outside the clientele's white redneck norm were better to talk to, though they usually didn't have as much money. My favorite customers were the only black man I ever saw in there and a cutie beardo in a wheelchair - 20 years later, I still remember that they both talked to me like a person instead of tits on legs.

Focusing on trying to have enjoyable conversations with men I didn't instinctively hate made me pretty unsuccessful. The women who can lie convincingly to monsters really clean up!