When I was nineteen, my brother and his friends snuck me into my first strip joint. I was nervous about getting caught and even more nervous once I saw all the women. After a few minutes I finally relaxed and somehow managed to get a strippers number. My brother and his friends were stunned but in the end what seemed like the perfect opportunity turned out to be a raw deal. The stripper had a child, an insanely jealous boyfriend and no real interest in me.
Flash forward to the present and again I’ve managed to pick up a stripper. But this time no kid, no insanely jealous boyfriend and she has a genuine interest in me. As she sat across from me playing with her long, pin drop straight hair I wonder why?
Our eyes met and so began the game I like to call “Push – Pull.” She knew I wanted her and I knew she wanted me. The only problem was I didn’t know what she wanted from me. It would be easy to say she only wanted me for my money but that would be inaccurate. I’m sure money was a component but she could have found someone with more money.
As the night went on I still couldn’t figure it out but didn’t really care. I could have spent the whole night wondering but instead I decided to enjoy her company.
We are having lunch tomorrow 