Danielle the stripper?
So tonight I went to a bar with my friend Matt. The whole basis was because he was inviting his geekiest friends to a strip club, figuring they'd never seen a woman naked outside of a computer screen. I go along for a lark and most of them but two bailed on him. So as he and I were sitting on the "Row" (the line of seats right by the elevated dance floor with poles) having a fun time drinking and talking to the coked out women, they were making fun of one of the geeks.
They left before the last stripper came on, but i told my friend that it was best if we stayed for the last one, because as I was exiting the washroom, I thought she was rather hot.
So she gets up and starts her "thing" and I look at her for a moment, thinking I know her. I get up and walk to the bartender..
"Hey, what's her name?"
"Danielle"
"You're fucking kidding"
"why would I lie?"
and i walk back and sit down, giggling to myself. Turns out that when I was a senior in highschool, the stripper that I was watching was not only spending about 5 hours in a day worth of classes with me, but I had the hots for her for three years, and she was too cool of a friend to hit on, as well we worked at Subway for about 4 months afterwards.. I talked to her afterwards and she said "I thought that was you". We exchanged email addresses and are going to hang out sometime I thanked her for making my high school fantasies come true, and she told me that many people judge her for her job but it pays for school, and i don't care either way. people have to make money as they want to and she seems to like smearing hand cream on her ass, but I can't help giggling.
What a strange way to cap off an evening.
They left before the last stripper came on, but i told my friend that it was best if we stayed for the last one, because as I was exiting the washroom, I thought she was rather hot.
So she gets up and starts her "thing" and I look at her for a moment, thinking I know her. I get up and walk to the bartender..
"Hey, what's her name?"
"Danielle"
"You're fucking kidding"
"why would I lie?"
and i walk back and sit down, giggling to myself. Turns out that when I was a senior in highschool, the stripper that I was watching was not only spending about 5 hours in a day worth of classes with me, but I had the hots for her for three years, and she was too cool of a friend to hit on, as well we worked at Subway for about 4 months afterwards.. I talked to her afterwards and she said "I thought that was you". We exchanged email addresses and are going to hang out sometime I thanked her for making my high school fantasies come true, and she told me that many people judge her for her job but it pays for school, and i don't care either way. people have to make money as they want to and she seems to like smearing hand cream on her ass, but I can't help giggling.
What a strange way to cap off an evening.