That guy came back to the VIP Salon tonight. The poker player from New Jersey who wears too much Axe body spray and always tries to stick the tips in my waistband. He keeps making the same offers - trying to save me from my life of waiting tables. He says I could be his Vegas mistress, he'd buy me a condo and a car.
It would be nice to have a car.
But he scares me, and the thought of him touching me makes me want to barf. I thought I might upchuck my dinner tonight when he touched my leg. I was honestly worried he'd follow me home, so I hid in the kitchens for an hour after work before sneaking out back to take the bus.