I met her at one of the local college bars. You know, the types of places where 18-21 are drinking with fake id's, and you can get Jager Bombs for $3. Her sky blue eyes had caught my attention, and I had to see what this lady was all about. I approached her and bought her a few cocktails. We flirted all the way until closing time. Everything seemed to be going great and I made out with her before we left the bar. She told me she was from one of the neighboring states and working as a waitress at a strip club in the city. I rationalized in my head that while she did work in a strip club, at least she wasn't a stripper.
After alot of texting and her sending me risque pictures to my phone, we were going to meet up two nights later. She was working that night, so I was going to meet up with her at the strip club with a pack of Newport's, then we were going to leave to go to some bars and nightclubs afterwards. When I got to the strip club I did not see my spinner, so I asked one of the other waitresses where ------- the waitress was at. The waitress told me that ------- was not a waitress, but actually a dancer. To compound that, she was either in a VIP room or giving lap dances when I arrived. I was pissed because I cannot stand people who lie to me. I thought about just leaving and blocking her number. I figured since I am all about life experiences, I would see how things played out and experience what it was like to date a stripper.
To speed up the story a bit, the whole relationship went downhill from there for me. There was a whole lot more than the lies, flakiness, and immaturity. There were many times I should have drawn a line in the sand and just cut things off.
I learned all about her fucked up family--the abuse, constant moving, and she didn't even know who her biological father was. The couple weeks I saw her, she had to go to court a couple times. From what I could tell, she got caught in possession of a large amount of Ecstasy before I met her. She was young and already a felon. I guess that explained why the only place she could get work was at a titty bar. She also surrounded herself with alot of trash: drug dealers, trailer park trash, and other assorted lowlifes. Her best friend was a black chick. She wanted me to have a threesome with her and her best friend, but I refused. She was naturally gifted with a nice body, but destroyed it with tattoos. Tattoos can look good if they are tasteful and in moderation. It seemed like she'd get any random piece just for the hell of it, like it was an addiction. Heck, in the short time I associated with her, she was getting progressively uglier with each tattoo. I recently looked at her Instagram, and she now looks as inked as Kat Von D, just with shittier artwork. She was very immature for her age. Instead of going out somewhere nice to eat, she preferred to go to some greasy place and order a large plate of cheese fries. I learned and observed that she was big into drugs. She made good money stripping at a competitive club, but always ended up broke, spending most of it on drugs and alcohol. She was young, hot, and probably a nine or better on most guys rating scales. I estimated that she averaged $600-800 per shift after tip outs, and could blow every penny the next day. I always offered to drive because I was a gentleman, but she would never let me because she always had some type of drug on her, whether it was pills, dope (her favorite), or cocaine stashed in her bra. (She was at least considerate enough not to get me in deep shit if we got pulled over in my vehicle. I think this was due to her getting busted with drugs in a vehicle before.) So she would drive, and this was the scariest part of the relationship. She would drive down city streets with pedestrians at 55 mph, giving the finger to people in crosswalks and honking like crazy at other motorists. Not only that, she would be smoking a joint while she was driving. The drug use and the psychotic driving was the point where I absolutely realized I had to serve a burn notice to my 19 year old stripper. I did not want to be around when she committed vehicular homicide or overdosed on drugs.
The only two positives I could draw from dating a stripper were: (1) It was an ego stroke going out in public with a sexy dancer. Guys would constantly be checking her out, and women would be checking us both out. In fact, she dressed too sexy and flaunted her body too much, that I almost got into a few situations where I had to fight off some aggressive guys. Even better were the few times she took me out with small groups of dancers (usually 3-4) that she was friends with. People looked at me like I was a rockstar being the lone guy with several scorching hot chicks around me. One time a girl approached me at the bar when I was out with her and her friends, and my spinner jumped in and threatened to fight the girl if she didn't get lost. (2) The sex was off the charts. I did not know a nineteen year old could be a sexual freak. Most women never accumulate her sexual skills after a lifetime of experience. I am guessing she got exposed to porn and sex at an early age.
Keep in mind everything other than the two above points was fucked up. She seemed fairly normal the first time we met. By the time I ditched her, I had learned she was bat shit crazy and had a lot of issues/baggage. Moral of the story: Don't date strippers!
