There were plenty of clients who wanted a dance but it was like in slow motion. I don’t know if this was some sort of emotional reaction in me to what happened on Saturday or what it was. I have been wracking my brain to think about the situation in university but all I got as a result was a flood of tears this morning.
I haven’t slept much since I got back here from the club a little after three thirty. Yes, I wore my red g-sting and I gave a good number of dances and my tips were again in the hundreds of Euros, but I didn’t see any sign of Dietmar.
