How Amateur Night Changed My Life

 The year was 2013. I was 18 and had only recently lost my virginity to a long-time boyfriend. I was a nerd/tomboy (albeit one with great T&A), rarely wore makeup, and had zero fashion sense. The last word I would ever use to describe myself was “sexy.”
   I was always envious of women who oozed natural sex appeal and charisma. Their self-confidence and flirtatious manner was impressive, and I was amazed by the way they used those qualities to get what they wanted.
   To me, the women who most epitomized those qualities were exotic dancers. While I have learned over the years that this stereotype wasn’t true, I thought all strippers were mostly glamorous, statuesque beauties with acrylic nails, voluminous hair and amazing cleavage. Either that, or women who has four kids and food stamps. Although I was raised in a super conservative environment, I harbored a secret ambition to become a stripper. Of course, I never thought of it as a career- is