. bad stripper .
I went to Expose to strip again yesterday. I sat with an old marine and we talked a lot about the military. The only reason I see joining is because of the benefits and security. But... I just don't know if it would really work. I'd want to be a photojournalist, psychological warfare trainer and therapist specializing in helping veterans adjust coming back home. But really- I just feel a strong familiarity with military men- particularly marines. They feel like brothers.
Another guy- dirty hippy- comes in and after ten minutes of conversation was trying to bribe me to move to Florida with him. Or "at least for a few weeks to help him adjust to a new job." He tried to give me his number, but I left before he could. He got pretty upset when we got onto the subject of damaged goods. He recently discovered that he likes violent sex. And girls who vomit. Not the vomit per se, but the pampering and nurturing of the ill girl afterwards.
Vomit. Yummy.
So the day passes into early evening and I decided to get something to eat. I sat next to some middle aged quiet conservative man. We spoke about Europe and shit. When my food comes, he asks if I want to sit in his lap while I ate my food. I found this a little unusual, but I'm a stripper, so I'm easy. While this stranger is petting me the whole time.. I'm trying to eat my god damn food.. and I'm kinda laughing because I'm uncomfortable.. Felt spoiled.. And 8.. I couldn't do it. I guess it got to me.
So I quit.
Another guy- dirty hippy- comes in and after ten minutes of conversation was trying to bribe me to move to Florida with him. Or "at least for a few weeks to help him adjust to a new job." He tried to give me his number, but I left before he could. He got pretty upset when we got onto the subject of damaged goods. He recently discovered that he likes violent sex. And girls who vomit. Not the vomit per se, but the pampering and nurturing of the ill girl afterwards.
Vomit. Yummy.
So the day passes into early evening and I decided to get something to eat. I sat next to some middle aged quiet conservative man. We spoke about Europe and shit. When my food comes, he asks if I want to sit in his lap while I ate my food. I found this a little unusual, but I'm a stripper, so I'm easy. While this stranger is petting me the whole time.. I'm trying to eat my god damn food.. and I'm kinda laughing because I'm uncomfortable.. Felt spoiled.. And 8.. I couldn't do it. I guess it got to me.
So I quit.