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So of course working in a hotel you get all kinds of attention. Granted I never actually pay any of these knuckle heads any mind... I made an exception to one. It could have been the bottle of moscato he brought back for me when he came from the liquor store ( who knows) but anyways I agreed to take his number down and this may come as a surprise lol.... I never called! So, just the other night he comes into my hotel looking for his usual jacuzzi room and of course we were sold out so I thought after the words, "Sorry we are completely booked" rang out my mouth that would be the end of the conversation ( but of course not.) This man/ boy let call him a moy... began to go on and on in his heavy hatian accent about how he was so upset I did not call this and he wanted to take me out that... As he was blabbering on I glanced outside and saw hsi beautiful car, then thought about how I was going to drive to providence tonight with no license then a light bulb went off in my head ( ding ding ding) So after interuppting his nonsense I said you and your boys should come to the club tonight with my girls, not inviting him because I actually wanted to enjoy his company but only because desperate times call for desperate measures, and I cannot be driving with no license or in cooler terms "riding dirty" so of course he was wicked excited and said okay see you later... BAD MISTAKE. So I get off work rush like crazy because its already 11 o clock and we need to go all the way to providence. Finally I meet him and it is 11:30 and he's on chill mode... needing to get gas and some more stuff  Thinking to myself there is no way in hell I went through all this trouble to not make it to the club we better get there, we finally picked up my friend and were on our way. The ride was pure hell. between him talking nonsense about how he's a rapper, and he lives this life I thought I was about to jump out of the moving car. Finally we get there to see a line around the corner... thinking to myself we they do that at... i marched to the front of the line knowing that money talks flashed a couple bills and we were in there! of course he paid. What a relief time to party I thought of course he is on my ass invading my space cramping my style making it awkward for me to be near any other guys. I was so relieved he went to the bar, taht gave me the chance to get my groove on, on the low :) The whole night I was walking on egg shells trying not to make him uncomfortable and respect him but also trynna get a new roster going :) so finally when i saw him dancing on some fat chick in the corner that was the okay i needed. I went wild danced with all the guys I had been eyeing from the time  I walked in the door and walked away with 3 numbers (kudos to me) needless to say the ride home was a quiet one and i think he got the picture. Lesson learned do not go to the club with a MOY (man boy) in general or a weirdo for that matter.