A stripper named Trouble..... No... Seriously.
Ok.. so I have new internet.
This is the truth. I got my phone back. 843-475-0688. Call me.
I've been on the rotating effin watchbill for two weeks. It's about 2 weeks till I go home on the first leave I've had in 8 months. Fantastic.
In recent events, I went out for an "evening on the town", tearing my friend eric hamill away from his wow guild and a weekly Blackwing lair raid, and my other friend zenon mercado IV from whatever he had planned to go with my entire watch section to go to the most popular of the local strip clubs, The Southern Belle. I did not organize this event. in fact, This was my first time in attendance to such an establishment. I was quickly introduced to the customs of tipping strippers, and of speaking to them. As entertaining as giving dancers dollar bills to do things that I've actually never had done to me (theyre allowed to make as much contact as they want in the belle. I dont know if there are rules elsewhere.) It got a little old to me... well, thats a lie. I liked it, but i felt like i was teasing myself. So i was ready to go after several hours. But my friends asked me If i had ever gotten a lapdance. I replied in the negative. I wasnt about to pay for one, but apparently they thought of that eventuality, and already had the stripper I had tipped the most to standing by to dance. and they had already paide her. How nice of them, I guess.
So it ensued that my friends paid an exotic dancer (Named wendy, age 21. Codenamed: Trouble. seriously. that was her stripper name.) to dance for me for the duration of three songs. I was pleased, because the last thing i wanted on me was some of the women there, whose bodies were fake and plastic-ey, hers was not the supermodel aesthetic that many women aspire to these days. She was real, and while she didnt have the large breasts or the amazing ass-ets that most of the other women had, she had something else.
they had told her that 1)it was my first dance ever, and 2) that I was a virgin. I was pissed off. but it was ok. I enjoyed it, to a certain extent.
In the end, It just made me depressed and lonely, even for all the enjoyment it was meant for.
Then my friends who are both of age, drank the whole time while there, and i had to learn to drive a stick to get back. That was interesting. But I drive a stick now, so thats cool.
This is the truth. I got my phone back. 843-475-0688. Call me.
I've been on the rotating effin watchbill for two weeks. It's about 2 weeks till I go home on the first leave I've had in 8 months. Fantastic.
In recent events, I went out for an "evening on the town", tearing my friend eric hamill away from his wow guild and a weekly Blackwing lair raid, and my other friend zenon mercado IV from whatever he had planned to go with my entire watch section to go to the most popular of the local strip clubs, The Southern Belle. I did not organize this event. in fact, This was my first time in attendance to such an establishment. I was quickly introduced to the customs of tipping strippers, and of speaking to them. As entertaining as giving dancers dollar bills to do things that I've actually never had done to me (theyre allowed to make as much contact as they want in the belle. I dont know if there are rules elsewhere.) It got a little old to me... well, thats a lie. I liked it, but i felt like i was teasing myself. So i was ready to go after several hours. But my friends asked me If i had ever gotten a lapdance. I replied in the negative. I wasnt about to pay for one, but apparently they thought of that eventuality, and already had the stripper I had tipped the most to standing by to dance. and they had already paide her. How nice of them, I guess.
So it ensued that my friends paid an exotic dancer (Named wendy, age 21. Codenamed: Trouble. seriously. that was her stripper name.) to dance for me for the duration of three songs. I was pleased, because the last thing i wanted on me was some of the women there, whose bodies were fake and plastic-ey, hers was not the supermodel aesthetic that many women aspire to these days. She was real, and while she didnt have the large breasts or the amazing ass-ets that most of the other women had, she had something else.
they had told her that 1)it was my first dance ever, and 2) that I was a virgin. I was pissed off. but it was ok. I enjoyed it, to a certain extent.
In the end, It just made me depressed and lonely, even for all the enjoyment it was meant for.
Then my friends who are both of age, drank the whole time while there, and i had to learn to drive a stick to get back. That was interesting. But I drive a stick now, so thats cool.