She isn't the typical cubicle lawyer. But this has some interesting details about how easy it is for a single woman to attention whore and book her social calendar solid in D.C. By the way, she was a "Kennedy Center Dancer" at one of their free daily events, not a major recurring show.
http://washingtonspeaks.blogspot.com/201...iment.html
she's a Kennedy Center dancer (she said it was a true story) who starts going out "on the rebound" real fast, like the speed of water gushing from broken pipes, to parties galore, where "Mr. Billionaire" paid her mortgage (!!!) after she agreed to try on one of the many new bikinis he kept on his yacht on the Potomac where all the women, she said, had been his sleeping partners at one time or another. ...
(In her one-act, one-person play, [she] never mentions having sex with any of her new "friends." Shame.)
Anyway, one party led to another and another, and four hours' sleep per night became the norm along with all those alcoholic calories and friends. Oh, she found a lot of those on FB: to be exact, 687 she "friended" over the year.
Once she got out her dancing shoes, it didn't take long to break into the D.C. party circuit and rub shoulders with the elite, including one of the female U.S. Supreme Court justices, and they discussed dance: modern or ballet?
And pretty soon, [she] was going to all the fancy digs with so many escorts who knew their way "in," invited or not. Just act like you know what you're doing, she said, and the hosts will be too embarrassed to kick you out.
When I went last Saturday evening, the audience was about 90 percent female.
1. "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you" as in be there and show up.
2. Never pay a cover charge.
3. If a guy buys you a drink, you are only obligated to converse with him the time it takes you to gulp the drink.
This was the first sold-out Fringe show I've been to this year.
http://washingtonspeaks.blogspot.com/201...iment.html
she's a Kennedy Center dancer (she said it was a true story) who starts going out "on the rebound" real fast, like the speed of water gushing from broken pipes, to parties galore, where "Mr. Billionaire" paid her mortgage (!!!) after she agreed to try on one of the many new bikinis he kept on his yacht on the Potomac where all the women, she said, had been his sleeping partners at one time or another. ...
(In her one-act, one-person play, [she] never mentions having sex with any of her new "friends." Shame.)
Anyway, one party led to another and another, and four hours' sleep per night became the norm along with all those alcoholic calories and friends. Oh, she found a lot of those on FB: to be exact, 687 she "friended" over the year.
Once she got out her dancing shoes, it didn't take long to break into the D.C. party circuit and rub shoulders with the elite, including one of the female U.S. Supreme Court justices, and they discussed dance: modern or ballet?
And pretty soon, [she] was going to all the fancy digs with so many escorts who knew their way "in," invited or not. Just act like you know what you're doing, she said, and the hosts will be too embarrassed to kick you out.
When I went last Saturday evening, the audience was about 90 percent female.
1. "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you" as in be there and show up.
2. Never pay a cover charge.
3. If a guy buys you a drink, you are only obligated to converse with him the time it takes you to gulp the drink.
This was the first sold-out Fringe show I've been to this year.
