I've been divorced for a longtime. In that time I've gone through a lot of strippers itc and OTC. I mean a lot of women, probably 100's.
Over the last few years I met and became infatuated with one in particular that for whatever reason struck a nerve with me. Actually that's not true, she's the most incredible woman I'd ever met. Open sexually like no one else, besides the obvious pysical appeal she got inside my head and learned everything about me. I allowed that to happen and enjoyed it at the same time. I brought her around friends family customers and clients. Trips gifts I spent serious money on her and enjoyed doing so. Those that know me best saw me at a level of happy they'd never seen before. Of COUSE deep down I knew it was total bs but I did enjoy her company.
About 6 months ago a good friend said something that finally snapped me out of my stupor. He said in response to my comment about this chick being the perfect woman "is she that way because she wants to be or is it because it's her job to be!" Ok point taken. So I backed off financially to see what would happen. The obvious happened, she wasn't interested in spending time with me unless being compensated. So... I started on an absolute rampage of pussy parade trying to fuck her off my mind. I've gone though conservatively at least another 70 women or so over the last 6 months, sometimes 2 & 3 at a time. In doing so I also spent time on myself and lost a lot of weight.
Sorry to be so long winded but here's my point. I've gotten to be very direct with strippers. I tell them exactly what I want, how I want it when where price terms conditions you name it. It's so easy pick choose etc.
Out of the blue I look at what I've been doing and it's all empty and meaningless albeit lots of fun. I think I'd like to meet someone "real" not the paid fantasy land I've been living in. So... Sure enough I meet a woman who is absolutely "perfect" on line. Same ethnicity, background age etc. we meet and she's a big girl. But everything else is right. She hides it well too so I decide to be myself with her. Or the "new" myself. I'm direct and she responds. Long story short I wind up in a hotel with her last night. My first unpaid pussy since 1991. On one hand I'm happy because she's everything that I should want except the looks. On the other hand I can't get the young hot stripper pussy off my mind while I'm with her. In fact I have to think about all the other women in order to get off with her. Hence the unintended consequences.
I'm not sure of the point of all this but I can't sleep thinking about it either. She definately is into me and wants to start a relationship and see each other again. Like tonight. I don't think I want to do that. I just wasn't into her but I should because everything else was right about her. Now I'm thinking I should not see her and instead date someone else I've been talking to that physically is more appealing to me. It's like the strippers have taught me to be more direct and confidant with normal women but at the same time the strippers have ruined "normal" women for me because they're not in the same league physically i.e. Early 20's or 30's and 8's 9's and 10's.
I'm sure the trolls will come out on this but I am being serious. A few people that have responded to my other discussions did bring out and make valid points so that's why I've posted this. I'm interested in other perspectives because unlike my normal friends the people on this board are seeing strippers. I can't really talk to my friends because they don't have the stripper experiences that I do.
Anyone else go through this? Strippers vs "real" women? How have you dealt with it?


I think it all depends on what you want the most. Do you want a long-term relationship with a normal woman or do you want the excitement of stripper.
As for me, women my age (60's) don't appeal to me at all. I could not make myself have sex with a woman over 60 (with the exception of Christie Brinkley).
Around 6 or 7 years ago I started an intense relationship with my ATF, spending a lot of time with her in bed and out. She was more fun than any woman I've known. I wished she wasn't a stripper. Then I realized if she wasn't a stripper she would not be spending any time with me.