So last night I’m sitting with a customer, and a floorhost comes up to me.
I’m thinking this is odd because usually if I have a friend that wants to come in, they give me the heads up. So in strolls a guy who says, “Are you Randi Newton?” and I say yes, and he shakes my hand. “It’s awesome to meet you! Tell me about Morgan Stanley!” So we start chatting and he seems like a cool guy, and I’m curious how he’s suddenly got wind of my story, since it’s been a year since the media blitz. It was kind of cool. He told me he had been considering leaving his 9-5 job, which was also in finance. I told him to look into working for Rick’s. There are job opps for men there too (no not stripping). He told me he’d send me his resume and I said I’d pass it on. When he left he said, “Bye Randi Newton!”
The floorhost was kind enough to watch the whole scenario. “It’s a little creepy, like stalkerish right?” he said, genuinely concerned.
“Oh no…this kind of thing usually doesn’t happen. I kind of feel like Santa Claus.” Maybe I should set up a chair in the front and charge for Polaroids.
I will be doing a reading at the Sex Workers Literari in June. I’ll be reading a personal essay about my experience at Rick’s Cabaret, the NY Post/O’Reilly Factor media blitz, and how my life has changed in a positive way since all of that happened. Date will be posted as soon as I have it!