Around 8 years ago I had a favorite dancer (I'll call her "Bambi") I loved to watch on stage. She danced very sensually and I would stare at her the whole time she was performing. Then I would take her to VIP for lap dances. For a Detroit stripper Bambi was very clean. I sucked her nipples and rubbed her pussy, but I never got extras.
Bambi retired from stripping and got married. We remained Facebook friends and would comment on or "like" each other's posts. As time went on she revealed problems in her marriage, much of it caused by heavy drinking by herself and her husband.
Bambi and her husband separated. She was heartbroken and posted about her sorrow on Facebook. I would try to cheer her up. She hoped for a reconciliation. She was devastated when she learned her husband had found a new girlfriend.
I wondered whether I could swoop in and date Bambi. I know better than to date a stripper, but this was an ex-stripper. A pretty and petite dancer, she was only 5 feet tall, and her C cup boobs looked big on her small frame.
So I invited her out to lunch. I was excited about seeing her again and hoped she would find me attractive.
When I picked her up, I nearly did not recognize her. Her face was fat and bloated. Her boobs were now enormous, and so was her belly. When she was dancing she told me she weighed 95 pounds. She looked like she had gained 50 more.
At the restaurant I watched her across the table, remembering how I used to watch her dancing at the club. Watching her was no longer pleasant. She was still bubbly and talked incessantly. But while I always enjoy talking to a hot woman, I don't enjoy talking to a fat one. I no longer wanted to date Bambi. Even though she's about 30 years younger than me, I had no desire to go out with her or have sex with her.
Bambi said, "I eat like a bird," and she picked at her lunch and took most of it home in a box. But she drank 4 margaritas while I had 1 beer.
I was disappointed in Bambi. I was also disappointed in myself. I try not to be a shallow and self-centered person. My reaction to Bambi revealed how shallow I was. I did not even care to talk to her because she was not physically attractive enough. Maybe I am the one who needs to change.


Looked up my long-retired ATF of Facebook a few years ago. Her profile pic was a close-up in her wedding gown looking just as beautiful and classy as I ever remember her. Clicked through more current photos on her page and wish I never had. Once she nabbed her full-time man she really let herself go. It's a good thing there are shiny, new models released every year! They're appealing to our shallowest instincts so I don't think we have anything to apologize for.