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Seems strange how fast life can go sometimes.
Also, I'm sick and tired of moving. I had to help move my boyfriend out this past weekend, and cleaning that apartment was a hell and a half (by no fault of my boyfriend, of course). My gawd, seriously.
Oh yeah, and some around here might find this unorthodox, but on Sunday night, I suggested we take my boyfriend's friend who was in town for the weekend out to a strip club. The conversation went like this:
BF: We should take you someplace new.
BF Friend: I want to go to a place with good looking girls.
Me: We could go to Night Before, I don't think he's been to that bar yet.
And there you have it. I would go into my philosophy on strip clubs, but I will not. I have known several women who have worked at strip clubs, and most of them are either 1) Lesbian and/or 2) very nice. It's their job, and they're comfortable with it. So be it.
Regardless... the actual point of this story is: One of the strippers actually sat down at my table and had a REAL CONVERSATION with me. She called me beautiful and told me I was pretty much awesome for letting my boyfriend come. :P Then she started going on about how most girls who work there are "fake" in every sense of the word, and how she appreciates natural beauty and being confident in yourself. Then she gave me a hug.
She was topless. How awkward is that?! Lol!
Anyway, it was awesome, random, and awkward, all at the same time.
- E
Also, I'm sick and tired of moving. I had to help move my boyfriend out this past weekend, and cleaning that apartment was a hell and a half (by no fault of my boyfriend, of course). My gawd, seriously.
Oh yeah, and some around here might find this unorthodox, but on Sunday night, I suggested we take my boyfriend's friend who was in town for the weekend out to a strip club. The conversation went like this:
BF: We should take you someplace new.
BF Friend: I want to go to a place with good looking girls.
Me: We could go to Night Before, I don't think he's been to that bar yet.
And there you have it. I would go into my philosophy on strip clubs, but I will not. I have known several women who have worked at strip clubs, and most of them are either 1) Lesbian and/or 2) very nice. It's their job, and they're comfortable with it. So be it.
Regardless... the actual point of this story is: One of the strippers actually sat down at my table and had a REAL CONVERSATION with me. She called me beautiful and told me I was pretty much awesome for letting my boyfriend come. :P Then she started going on about how most girls who work there are "fake" in every sense of the word, and how she appreciates natural beauty and being confident in yourself. Then she gave me a hug.
She was topless. How awkward is that?! Lol!
Anyway, it was awesome, random, and awkward, all at the same time.
- E