In fact - I'm a lot more emotionally stable now, than I was then and to be honest, I probably wouldn't date a stripper now (well, I have a loving wife now actually).But yeah - to be honest, I guess when I was younger I kind of got-off on harmful, masochistic relationships.u There's nothing wrong with being a stripper, but it's not really relationship-appropriate. You've got to get over your jealousy if you like the girl. I think it's perfectly reasonable / rational to expect somebody to change their job for the betterment of a relationship..action_button.action_button:active.action_button:hover.action_button:focus,.action_button:hover.action_button:focus .count,.action_button:hover .count.action_button:focus .count:before,.action_button:hover .count:bullet. Error Banner.fade_out.modal_overlay.modal_overlay .modal_wrapper.modal_overlay [email protected](max-width:630px)@media(max-width:630px).modal_overlay .modal_fixed_close.modal_overlay .modal_fixed_close:before.modal_overlay .modal_fixed_close:before.modal_overlay .modal_fixed_close:before.modal_overlay .modal_fixed_close:hover:before. Everyone else has to pay just to see her flash some flesh, but she's with you for real. Even after I was no longer a stripper, guys were super-stoked to be able to brag about my past life. How could a woman who spends her nights drenched in her own hotness, all naked and sexy, dancing and seductive, not come home to you wet and ready to ride you hard into the wee morning hours? She's been acting like a sex-starved goddess all night long. When she comes home to you, the last thing on her mind is sex. As a former stripper, I dealt with lots of guys beating down my door to date me. For dollar bills from strangers, a lot of them jerks who undermine her apparent extreme self-confidence. Called her up and chatted about this and that and had a nice little conversation with her, huh? " And you, still gripping on to that glimmer of hope for some pussy, will say yes and you’ll spend the next three hours in a simmering rage while you quaff watered-down Bud Light drafts, because she’s the most popular girl in the bar and every person with a penis in there is looking to hop on the Stripper Wagon that is blazing through Stripperville at a very unsafe speed.
While the best place is of course a strip club, your chances of actually scoring a date with one out of a strip club are beyond terrible. Too many reasons to list, but I'll put it in perspective for you. Look walking into this without a goal is certain means for failure, because she operates on her own terms and if you let her manipulate you and lead the show, you’re sunk. It’s her job to make guys feel like they’re the only one she’s interested in. That sultry stare she’s giving you across the dinner table with those piercing green eyes is the same look that forces 75 men-a-night to fumble for their wallets and jam fistfuls of green into her G-string even though they’re six months behind on child support. Your future with this chick: broken dates, shattered windows, holes punched in doors, a slew of ex-boyfriends and husbands, a thousand "friends" calling all the time, an encyclopedia of restraining orders she has out on said exes and a couple customers who stalked her for six months. " DO remember this: strippers are more fucked up than The Who was during their 1973 U. They’ve got it all and they don’t need you or anyone else. Compound that and it’s a nice little used Hobie Cat or a decent house payment. You’re one of 18 guys she’s juggling right now, and one of a hundred who witness her naked glory every night. She’s ripping 2-5K a week tax-free, and you shouldn’t expect her to pay for anything. Guys fawn all over her every single night and offer her stacks of crisp Benjamins in an effort to get their knobs slobbered on in the parking lot behind the club (something she’ll claim she’s never done, but the other girls at the club have right she’s done it at least once). If you get emotionally involved with this girl, you’re in for a hurricane of pain. Pull the battery or she’s going to get some call at midnight, when you’ve got the Miles Davis playing lightly in the background, and the candles illuminating the room in a soft glow and you think you’re about to "storm the beach." This call will undoubtedly be from one of her "friends" who is going to an after-hours party at some country bar and all of the sudden she’ll squeal with delight and jot down the address on her hand and say to you, "Let’s go Two-Stepping at the Country Bunker with John and Kevin! They’re a bad lot to hang out with, because there’s so much freedom and money in Stripperville.Think about it: when you get home from a day at the office or the salt mines, don't you want to loosen your tie or undo your overalls and get super-comfortable?It's not any different for exotic dancers.nonsense because your girlfriend is the hottest thing since whipped cream, think again.