Dr. Phil

Strippers (or most women in general) are like exotic cars. They are nice to look at and nice to ride, but I don't want to own one. THe issues often outweigh the joys that come with ownership.

Just think about paying for all her kids expenses and college and all the ex baby daddies stopping by to see their kids. If she has a few kids, quadruple the baggage. You won't have any money left over to visit a strip club again.

Just imagine for each kid, the worst dancer bf routinely stopping by to see their biological kid that you are paying for. If that doesn't snap you out of it, you're history. You're about to get married to your worst nightmare. At least the sex should be good fir a couple months if she's not too stretched out from all. The ten inch fomer lovers she can remind you about.

Then she can return to stripping as your wife and tell all the customers she's married to an a..hole but at least he pays some of the bills. She can tell you she found a part time job.

Sometimes I feel myself developing a hard on for a dancer. I think of how it would feel to fuck her. I find her price and I make it a reality. After the experience is over - I don't have to deal with the emotions or craziness -

I reworded the OP - so that it works for me -

I'll admit, I do almost the EXACT same thing. My friends know I fall in "love" easy... I'm not just talking about strippers, just girls in general. Always have. I'm kind of a pussy like that.

Every time I go to my favorite club I start to get all love-dovey when I'm with some of my favorites, but your trick actually works really, really well for me. The thing is, the dancers chat with me, and they chat amongst themselves, and as much as I like these girls and would consider a few of them "friends", hearing the conversations makes me realize that as awesome as I think some of them are, and despite the great time I have with them, I need to leave it all in the club. Envisioning myself actually dating one of them, and everything that would come with it, quickly snaps me back into the reality that I don't want anything to do with it.