Reminds me of a story! (God every time I tell a story I wonder if I'll regret it but I just can't help myself =)) A few weeks bad Poor Nod went to a strip club and I was talking to one of the cute girls there. She is looking for a sugar daddy and it's clear as day she gets down. She mentioned something about getting dressed in a separate room because she likes the privacy. I realized this girl gets a ton of hate from the other strippers because she is comfortable with using her sexuality to her advantage past the limit of what the other girls will do. So I called it out in a playful way: "The other girls HATE you don't they? [smiley face]". Confused or impressed she looked back and asked "Yeah! how'd you know?". Good for her! She is taking her own path and isn't going to let the contempt of the other strippers bother her. I admire her. Anyhow in this way I am like her, or at least that's what I strive for. I couldn't care less if forum members hate me (we could analyze the reasons but that'd get pretty dirty). My customers love me and that's all that matters. I'll keep shipping the most potent heroin on SR and treating customers like royalty because it works for me! postscript: I saw her the next time and she said she was down because some girl saw foil and she was accused of it. I don't think she expected me to know what "foil" referrred to. I said "Who doesn't like a good piece of foil?". That really took her back, my reply was too subtle and she couldn't for the life of her tell if I knew what foil was used for or not. So I pulled a bit out of my pocket. No trace, just a wrinkled ass piece of foil. She looked at me and said "I would have had no idea! No way! Got any?". Poor Nod is still Poor. He is such a dope, she got hers but he didn't get his. Softie =)