The Dancing Bartender

I am not stupid, I just wanted to hear her say it. I was at a bar with a friend and this bartender (who was pretty but also a tad rough around the edges) started taking an interest in me. As she began getting more comfortable, she moved in closer and rolled up her sleeves.

I notice there is ink on both arms. I proceed with my line of questioning now that we are friendly.

David: I am guessing you have another job since I have never seen you here on any other nights?

Bartender: Were you looking for me on other nights?

D: Seeing I just met you 20 minutes-- that doesn't seem very likely, so back to my question-- what else do you do?

B: Um, well, I don't usually tell people this but... I...I....I.....I dance

D: Wow that's great, ballet or another classical style? Sorry I am not much of a dancer

B: No, not that kind of dancer

D: Oh right, my bad...So ignorant of me. You're into modern dance when they play all those crazy sounds and noises...wow thats, gr-

B: --No, no, no its not that. I dance in a club, you know what I mean?

D: Right right right, I am with you now. Is it in the city?

B: No its in New Jersey

D: Being a go-go dancer in a night club must be nuts. Don't you get tired?

B: UGH! I am not a go-go dancer and its not a night club. Its a strip club and I am a stripper!!!



Bingo.