Was having a crappy B-day for the most part, gut in an argument with my step-father during dinner, he's an opinionated ex-hippy neo-communist Vietnam vet type. Maybe that's why I have such a negative knee-jerk reaction to the really far-left liberal hippy types, because my mom cheated on my father who I have been very close to and is for the most part always loyal, helpful, and responsible for a virtually penniless guitar-strumming latte-sipping' always bitching hippy-dude. My brother told me when they went to Russia and later on Czech they somehow managed to find all the dilapidated and hated statue busts of ex-communist repressors and rulers to take pictures with.
Anyway, back to the story, I was driving back pretty downtrodden. Passed the strip joint, and then went to a bookstore. Afterwards wondered if the strip joint was open, I drove by and it was. Drove past, parked in the parking lot further on down the road and had that stereotypical cartoon moment where the little angel was on one shoulder telling me “I couldn’t afford to waste the money” and the little devil is on the other saying “its your B-day and you are depressed, if not now then when? Its the perfect time"
The little devil won out eventually.
There for a while, got in at half off the cover charge.
Only the second time I ever been to a strip-joint.
Got three lap-dances, my first, second, and third lap-dance ever.
My last one was a going away lap-dance right before I left.
This time we (the stripper and I) ended up talking for like 5 minutes AFTER I paid her. We talked about college, HS, where I we lived, about her courses, a little about religion, bisexuality in the strippers there (and her own), what she wants to do after stripping (she wants to be a defense attorney), and some of her interests )for example astronomy).
Even through there is an official no touching policy we hugged twice, second time she kissed me on the cheek as I lifted her up with one arm while hugging (women's bodies are so light, its hard to conceive hoe something so seemingly fragile can be so durable). Hmmm. had my hand around her back the bare midriff of her waist right above her butt...nice...She asked me when I was coming back I told her I wasn't sure since I didn't have much money. She said, "that's ok, you don't have to spend any money, just drop by to see me then."
Strippers are cool.
Grab a cold one and let's have a toast to strippers.
You know, it sounds kind of namby-pamby and stuff for a guy to admit to this but after the three lap-dances what I enjoyed most out of them was the touching, cuddling, blowing in the ear, hands stroking your hair, cheek to cheek type stuff in the dance and not the pussy in the face explicit part of it.
Anyway, back to the story, I was driving back pretty downtrodden. Passed the strip joint, and then went to a bookstore. Afterwards wondered if the strip joint was open, I drove by and it was. Drove past, parked in the parking lot further on down the road and had that stereotypical cartoon moment where the little angel was on one shoulder telling me “I couldn’t afford to waste the money” and the little devil is on the other saying “its your B-day and you are depressed, if not now then when? Its the perfect time"
The little devil won out eventually.
There for a while, got in at half off the cover charge.
Only the second time I ever been to a strip-joint.
Got three lap-dances, my first, second, and third lap-dance ever.
My last one was a going away lap-dance right before I left.
This time we (the stripper and I) ended up talking for like 5 minutes AFTER I paid her. We talked about college, HS, where I we lived, about her courses, a little about religion, bisexuality in the strippers there (and her own), what she wants to do after stripping (she wants to be a defense attorney), and some of her interests )for example astronomy).
Even through there is an official no touching policy we hugged twice, second time she kissed me on the cheek as I lifted her up with one arm while hugging (women's bodies are so light, its hard to conceive hoe something so seemingly fragile can be so durable). Hmmm. had my hand around her back the bare midriff of her waist right above her butt...nice...She asked me when I was coming back I told her I wasn't sure since I didn't have much money. She said, "that's ok, you don't have to spend any money, just drop by to see me then."
Strippers are cool.
Grab a cold one and let's have a toast to strippers.
You know, it sounds kind of namby-pamby and stuff for a guy to admit to this but after the three lap-dances what I enjoyed most out of them was the touching, cuddling, blowing in the ear, hands stroking your hair, cheek to cheek type stuff in the dance and not the pussy in the face explicit part of it.