I am a troubled man looking for free advice. I am counting on the fact that bloggers are restricted to only intelligent, thoughtful, insightful individuals who can find humor in my ramblings and perhaps guide me through my seemingly endless days of drama.
I was going to start this off with the lyrics from a song that I thought were very appropriate for my first entry: T-Pains' "I'm in love with a stripper", but man, the lyrics are terrible! I did not want to promote such trash.
So, unlike a number of blogs I have read in the past few days, I do not match intellect or wit with most of them but maybe even with my crude search and pecking, my blog is interesting enough on its own without complex viewpoints that mean nothing to most.
You may have guessed from above that a recent turn in my life has found me, somehow, In Love with a Stripper. This may not seem like a big deal, but you don't know me yet. I have never been someone who found interest in strip clubs, and my view of strippers and their lifestyles appalled me actually. Little did I know how contrary my view was from reality.
Soulmate (or soul mate) is a term sometimes used to designate someone with whom one has a feeling of deep and natural affinity, friendship, love, intimacy, sexuality, and/or compatibility.
I found my soul mate at a strip club:
It was about 1.5 years ago and on a business trip (of which I took many, travelling about 2 weeks out of the month) I found myself sitting in a hotel room flicking through the pay per view movies and realizing I have seen them all, just finished a stressful presentation and not feeling like doing any more work that night. Decided it was time to go out and get a drink. I travelled so much in the past, that I had given up on going out for dinner. It just got really "old" and I had taken to reading and room service. Tonight I found myself bored, no movies to watch, not interested in going out for dinner, so...."let's go to a strip joint!"
I had not been to a strip club since university, and this was about 18 years ago. I have to say, things have changed a little. It used to be a $5 table dance where the girl would bring over a table and dance on it not coming anywhere close to you. Now, as I found out it is much different. Touching in close, dark corners of the bar is where its at today.
I sat down at what I thought was an unassuming spot at the club and ordered a drink. I had not even received my drink yet and already the "you wanna dance?" thing started. The girls are ruthless. They just keep coming at you in waves. I quickly learned the best way to politely let them down (or at least I thought it was polite at the time) was to tell them I could not afford them. I did not want to waste their time talking to me if there was no way for them to get money from me. I was just in the club for a couple drinks and then back to the hotel.
After I had been there for about 30 minutes I saw out of the corner of my eye yet another girl staring at me. I was starting to get better at avoiding eye contact which would keep them away from me for the most part, but....I could not stop staring at this woman with big doe eyes, slim, attractive figure (I realize that is not saying much in a strip club) but most of all she smiled at me. I melted. I fell for the trap and she came over. There was no "wanna dance?", she just sat down and we started talking.
We talked for some time about anything and everything. I finally felt like I owed her some money so I ended up asking her for a dance...very interesting strategy on her part! She took me to the back room and we talked, danced, talked some more until the bar closed about 4 hours later. You must be thinking "He is screwed, he owes her a fortune!" Well, you are right. I paid her $800 which was much less than what I actually owed her, but I found out later she was worried I would not pay her at all, so she was happy to get some money.
During the whole evening I was constantly reminding myself "she is just doing this for the money" but man she was acting so interested and I was just so taken by her, I could not resist at the end of the night and I asked her for her phone number. I of course got rejected, but she asked me for mine. I gave her my phone number, knowing that I had for sure been taken, and would never hear from her again, unless she was calling on a slow night to ask me to come back to the club. I am so gullable. But I really thought there was something different about her, almost right after we started talking. Something really did click in my mind. How stupid am I?
She called the next morning...
I was going to start this off with the lyrics from a song that I thought were very appropriate for my first entry: T-Pains' "I'm in love with a stripper", but man, the lyrics are terrible! I did not want to promote such trash.
So, unlike a number of blogs I have read in the past few days, I do not match intellect or wit with most of them but maybe even with my crude search and pecking, my blog is interesting enough on its own without complex viewpoints that mean nothing to most.
You may have guessed from above that a recent turn in my life has found me, somehow, In Love with a Stripper. This may not seem like a big deal, but you don't know me yet. I have never been someone who found interest in strip clubs, and my view of strippers and their lifestyles appalled me actually. Little did I know how contrary my view was from reality.
Soulmate (or soul mate) is a term sometimes used to designate someone with whom one has a feeling of deep and natural affinity, friendship, love, intimacy, sexuality, and/or compatibility.
I found my soul mate at a strip club:
It was about 1.5 years ago and on a business trip (of which I took many, travelling about 2 weeks out of the month) I found myself sitting in a hotel room flicking through the pay per view movies and realizing I have seen them all, just finished a stressful presentation and not feeling like doing any more work that night. Decided it was time to go out and get a drink. I travelled so much in the past, that I had given up on going out for dinner. It just got really "old" and I had taken to reading and room service. Tonight I found myself bored, no movies to watch, not interested in going out for dinner, so...."let's go to a strip joint!"
I had not been to a strip club since university, and this was about 18 years ago. I have to say, things have changed a little. It used to be a $5 table dance where the girl would bring over a table and dance on it not coming anywhere close to you. Now, as I found out it is much different. Touching in close, dark corners of the bar is where its at today.
I sat down at what I thought was an unassuming spot at the club and ordered a drink. I had not even received my drink yet and already the "you wanna dance?" thing started. The girls are ruthless. They just keep coming at you in waves. I quickly learned the best way to politely let them down (or at least I thought it was polite at the time) was to tell them I could not afford them. I did not want to waste their time talking to me if there was no way for them to get money from me. I was just in the club for a couple drinks and then back to the hotel.
After I had been there for about 30 minutes I saw out of the corner of my eye yet another girl staring at me. I was starting to get better at avoiding eye contact which would keep them away from me for the most part, but....I could not stop staring at this woman with big doe eyes, slim, attractive figure (I realize that is not saying much in a strip club) but most of all she smiled at me. I melted. I fell for the trap and she came over. There was no "wanna dance?", she just sat down and we started talking.
We talked for some time about anything and everything. I finally felt like I owed her some money so I ended up asking her for a dance...very interesting strategy on her part! She took me to the back room and we talked, danced, talked some more until the bar closed about 4 hours later. You must be thinking "He is screwed, he owes her a fortune!" Well, you are right. I paid her $800 which was much less than what I actually owed her, but I found out later she was worried I would not pay her at all, so she was happy to get some money.
During the whole evening I was constantly reminding myself "she is just doing this for the money" but man she was acting so interested and I was just so taken by her, I could not resist at the end of the night and I asked her for her phone number. I of course got rejected, but she asked me for mine. I gave her my phone number, knowing that I had for sure been taken, and would never hear from her again, unless she was calling on a slow night to ask me to come back to the club. I am so gullable. But I really thought there was something different about her, almost right after we started talking. Something really did click in my mind. How stupid am I?
She called the next morning...
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