Last night I picked up Charles after the gym with Vasquez. Charles and I headed to Exhale together as planned. Charles is a nice guy. We've been hitting it off for the past couple of days. When we arrived to Exhale, I didn't plan on go-go dancing since Vasquez and I agreed that I should be following him around so I could tell him what he needs to improve on. Vasquez initially asked me to help him with learning the aspect of running a business. But when I go to the club (as always) I stripped my clothes off. Vasquez wanted to sell jello shots for $2 each. I suggested that we sell it for $3-4 each. He immediately dismissed my suggestion and offensively said "I'm doing just fine on my own. Let me run my own show." I attempted to be patient and explain to him that we need to make a profit especially now that the owner want a percentage of what the dancers as making off of shots. He went on to tell me that I'm just ripping people off. People have the choice to either buy them or not buy them. I tried to explain that on Saturday when I was running the show while he was off escorting Chanel at Social Club, we were selling shots for $4 each and they immediately sold out. On top of that, by the time Vasquez got back, we sold out of all our alcohol for the dancers. I have taught my dancers to establish relationships with our "guests", which in turn will drive customer satisfaction which will generate sales. The same reason why people are willing to pay for Verizon Wireless, Mercedes Benz and other "expensive" or "overly-priced" products/services due to their excellent service. Not to mention, even with selling $4 per jello shots on Saturday, the dancers did not get paid what they were promised. They were promised $50 each person (who worked their asses off) Thursday, Friday and Saturday. That never happened! On Thursday, the dancers were paid $25. On Friday, nobody got paid at all. On Saturday, the dancers were paid $35. Now I don't know about you, but if we couldn't afford to pay the dancers $4 a pop in alcohol sales, what makes you think that could be done with $2 a pop? I'm just putting two and two together. I couldn't get it through his head so I just gave up. I wasn't pissed off because he wanted to run his show, which is fine by me, but it was offensive from a friendship stand point from his word choices. In addition to that, he have been hostile for the past week and I'm running out of patience for it.


Vasquez then didn't want me to dance, but instead of being upfront and telling me "Why don't you not dance tonight?" He tried to use Charles as an excuse. "Charles looks really miserable. Why don't you take him home?" I replied, "Well, I just asked him not more than 5 minutes ago if he was too tired and wanted to go home and he told me no." Vasquez snapped at me and said "No! He's miserable because he lesbian friend isn't here. I know him." So I gladly told him "Fine! I'll ask if Charles wants to leave again and just take the money I was supposed to make today, spread them evenly and give it to the dancers." I asked Charles again if he wanted to leave and his response was not at all. Charles and I danced all night. We had such a blast. He's a really nice guy.


When I was wiping sweat off of my face in the bathroom, Christopher's friend Gerald (who at one time I considered also my friend, but they all stopped talking to me after Christopher and I broke up), ingenuinely said "Hiiiii Billy..." I passive aggressively said "Hi..." Gerald then immediately left. Joey is Gerald's best friend, whom I too considered a friend since we work for the same company, but he too barely waved and immediately left with Gerald. I'm so sick of all these fake New Mexicans. I brushed it off and danced some more with Charles. Charles and I had so much fun. We ended up dancing until the club was closed. Charles and I had nothing but water all night since everyone got drunk the night before (except for me).


Charles invited me to come in when I dropped him off. I told him I'll hang for a little bit. After talking about books and how people don't use words like "supermarket" anymore besides him, he asked "Would you like to take a nap?" I thought it was cute the way that he asked me to stay. I crawled into bed and he immediately snuggled up to me. I held him as we talked throughout the night. I told him that I was thinking about him on my way to pick him up. I said, "Even though you pissed me off for trying to molest 'till 5AM... It was nice how you finally fell asleep on my chest. I remember you waking me up in the middle of the night because you grabbed my hand when you turned around then you fell back to sleep. It was a nice feeling waking up next to you. I haven't done that with anyone in a very long time. Sex the next morning was good, but I don't like meaningless sex." Charles snuggled up to me tight and said "I like sex, but I like this much better" as he held on to my body even tighter. I smiled and said "Me too..." We both finally fell asleep after talking forever about everything. He woke me up a few times in the middle of the night when he wrapped his arms around my chest. Every time he does that, he places a kiss on my back, then falls back to sleep again.


Today I went to work and was not feeling well at all so I went home early. On my way home, I picked up steroids called Trens and protein powder mix. But on my way there, one of my tires popped on the freeway. That was a drag. After putting on my donut and getting there to make my purchase, I decided to take them (the protein shake was nasty) and headed to the gym for a little. Holy Buddha! It immediately worked. According to Sarah, who sold me Trens, informed me that steroids will boost my testosterone (that means I'm getting more butched) and makes me lift twice the weights. I started to lift twice the weights just to see if I could. I backed down because my trainer, Dennis said I would tear muscle tissues if I don't ease into it. Dennis told me to gradually add weights and he expects that I should be able to increase weights 100% by next month.


After the gym I went home and slept off my nausea. I woke up around 9PM. Charles and I text each other throughout the day. Before he went to bed, he said "You make me smile".


My wireless card on my laptop decided to be retarded again so I was on the phone with some random Eastern Indian dude from Dell for nearly two hours going through the same troubleshooting steps I have already done and he finally sent out the card again. I wanted to fuckin' choke him! Hmmm... The steroid is making be butch already LOL


Time for bed. Night night guys!