Have you ever lost a stripper/GF?
Corvus
Arizona
This was a girl I would see when I traveled to her city. A casual relationship, just fun, and no emotional attachment (I thought). But damn, what a waste of a beautiful life, a beautiful girl, only 30 years old and lots of fun to be around.
I'm still not sure how I feel. Sometimes I'm just pissed off that she basically killed herself by driving when she shouldn't have. A passenger in the car with her was hurt badly and is probably still in the hospital? The news video showed a car that rolled multiple times. And without wearing a seat belt she was ejected and died at the scene. Surely an unpleasant scene for those responding or witnesses.
Sometimes I'm sad she is gone. I've had girls disappear before. Others just quit dancing, or stop responding to texts. But never had one die that I know of.
She wasn't a dancer. She was a friend. She's gone to early and days later I'm still not sure how I feel about it. I'll never see her again and we had plans for more fun next week, never to be realized. Damn. Sometimes I feel selfish that she's gone forever.
Sad, pissed off, in mourning, depressed at times. I can only imagine what her family is going through. And I just keep thinking of her, the fun we had, the fun we were planning on having. Maybe writing about it here will help? I would have gone to the funeral if I could have traveled the 250 miles that day. And I don't often attend funerals. Guess there was more emotional attachment than I realized. Or I'm still somewhat in shock.
Thanks for reading, I just felt I needed to write about it. Stay safe out there.
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I didn't lose a favorite stripper in a sudden way like you did, but one of my old faves did commit suicide by gunshot. I didn't learn about it til weeks after the fact, but I did know beforehand she had a meth problem and I suspect the meth got to her in the end.
I understand what you are going through and I hope that writing about it has helped. PM me if you need to vent any more.
Most likely both. For the record, I'm not a psychiatrist, nor do I play one on TV. You are likely hit with the realization that you cared for her more than you admitted to yourself along with a sudden sense of mortality that you weren't thinking about in the days prior to the accident. Although not your exact scenario, I have been through some sudden losses.
Hopefully, writing your post has given you an outlet, given you some comfort. If you're willing to post something so personal to the bozos on this list, I suggest going one step further. Write a letter to your friend. Not typing into a computer, I'm talking old school, pen and notepad. Be honest with yourself, tell her how you really felt about her, how happy she made you, how much you'll miss her. Tell her all the things you would say if you knew you would never see her again. Put her name on an envelope and seal it up.
The next step is up to you. Place it on her grave, put it in a lock box, or burn it on your back deck while toasting her with her (or your) favorite beverage. Everyone grieves differently, there is no wrong or right way. These are suggestions only, not a blueprint for recovery. Hope this helps.
For the rest of you: Sorry for the deep thoughts posted to a shallow board.
Regardless if you cared for her or not, you are human. At the very minimum you are react the way a compassionate person would. It's a tragic waste of a life. Going to clubs by definition means we objectify these women but then again they do the same to us with regard to our money. That doesn't mean they aren't humans who make mistakes and outside of the club environment we react in a decent way.
We always hung out for a while and ended the night in VIP. Nothing illegal just lots of clean fun with a beautiful young redhead.
I asked around but nobody knew where she was. She kind of kept to herself and didn't have any close friends ITC. This was in the days before I had thought to get a dancers cell no.
Two years later I'm in her club and casually mention her to a dancer. The dancer is noticeably taken aback, and then tells me the news. She had a tragic accident on vacation two years ago and was killed.
I still think about her all these years later, especially when I'm in her club. It is so unfair that someone born into such a hard life to begin with would suffer this fate.
I wish I had some grand thought of wisdom to make this easier. But I don't because I don't think it exists. Life sometimes sucks, and it is certainly not fair. Enjoy what you have because you can loose it at any moment.
But whether it’s a dancer or not – it is always particularly sad, and particularly sobering, when someone we know dies what we feel is a premature death.
I remember one of my favorites expressed concern for me a few times.
My sincere condolences.
It's a sad day when a cheerleader (a.k.a. stripper) is taken away untimely. May she rest in bliss in heaven.
Sobering reminder to take care of my favorites. Life is short - death is long and forever.
I had met a dancer one time in a club and she seemed really genuinely nice. A couple months later there was a bilboard on the same street as the club with her picture saying she was missing. A few years later I saw one of those crime shows on TV that had her story. She had been murdered and burried in the Rocky Mountains. I knew the area where she was burried. I had been camping in that area a lot. When they showed the killers face I recognized him. I did not know him, but one day when I was in the mountains not to far from where she was burried I saw a group of guys on quads and dirt bikes. He was in that group. I never forgot his face because I made eye contact with him and had a very bad feeling about him that was very intense. From the TV show I gound out he had killed other women before and gotten away with it. He got caught on the one I met and convicted. Then the other murders got solved and pinned on him. He will never see the free world again.