Mimi in NY

Mea Culpa

"I'm writing a book."

"You're a writer? That's what you do?"

"Erm, no. I'm a Doctor."

Grind grind grind. But he's a writer as well as being a Doctor. Everyone's a writer. We all sign checks, therefore we are all writers in some small way. I'm a writer in the compulsive sense - I do it more often than I jack off. Do girls jack off? I'm unsure what the feminine term is. I don't do it. Hell, I don't need to, all that ancient old cock and thin, wasted thighs to rub against. Sexy. Today I'm drunk. I figured it works better with some vodka to wash it down, some dutch courage to make you care a little less. I flirt pretty well. I think they almost all believe me. My type is corporate, go with the suit, 35 give or take a few years, married, two children. Works every fucking time. You're such stereotypes boys, did no one ever tell you that, or are the only people who realize the ones in your pay? I'm sorry, didn't intend to insult, it just slipped out. Every girl has a trick. A moan in the ear, a little careless hand slippage, some murmured crap about their favorite vibrator. Mine is to choose carefully. Never go with the ones you couldn't fuck. Of course I lower the standards on a bad day. But this just serves to make the good days even more enjoyable.

So nice Mr Champagne comes in. I was talking about you today with Tommy the cashier.

"If he cares he'll come in," says Tommy. Oh yes. But care about what? What is there to care about? Tits and ass which'll last another ten years if I'm lucky, an acerbic personality. But I enoyed dancing for you. Nice kisser baby. Lots of practice with the intern? Though I'm unsure about the morality of making out in front of the driver. Still, I did it anyway. Though you're making me feel cheap with all the cash on your friend's credit card, it's paying the rent, so I can't complain. Am I with you for the money? It's all about money, every damned second in the club, which is why I'm telling you to take me out. Fuck the wife and kids, they've had their day. It's their turn for a non a/c apartment in a shitty Hasidic area of Brooklyn and grinding cock to make the rent.

Just kidding. I'm not that mean

If it was for the money I'd go with Mafia Joe sweetie. Believe it.

Got a new apartment. Lucy the stripper comes in midway through my Red Bull binge.

"East Village Baby! We're moving to the East Village!"

You got that INS? Want the zip code too?

They need a credit check. I don't do debt. I paid off my student loans from 4 years of college last year. I have a credit card I hardly use, a bank account in the UK which is barren and empty. Maybe this is the time I start calling Mafia Joe. Strangely, I would rather suck cock for 5 grand than have dinner with that fucking prick. Call me fickle.

It's all about money and it's not about money. I know your secrets, what turns you on, what makes you gasp, I don't know what makes you stay though. Never have. What makes me stay? I've never stayed anywhere, I couldn't tell you. Looks like I may be thrown out pretty soon though if encouraging Dave is anything to go by. Get back to your fucking PhD you right wing asshole.

Gosh, terribly rude today. So sorry.

Sometimes I don't want to explain. Just figure it out yourselves. That goes for you especially Mr Champagne.


Unemployment does wonders for people. Recently,I've been revisiting a blog I used to read back in the day.It's about a British writer who travels the world and ends up in NYC. She comes to the city to become a journalist, but as her Visa runs out she turns to stripping to pay the bills.She also came out with a book this year called,"Girl Undressed".I've yet to read it,but definitely putting it on my list of things to do. Great writer with alot of wit, and compassion for minorities.Check her out at www.miminewyork.blogspot.com/ and I suggest you start from the older posts.Enjoy :)