You fucking geniuses, you. You guys come in once or twice a week and basically give this stripper hundreds of dollars for sitting there to talk with you. She laughs at your jokes, tells you about her brothers and sisters, and once in a while even leans on your shoulder so she has just one more person in the world who will listen to her bullshit about what a dick her boyfriend is . . . and here you come, asking her why she doesn't just leave him, how she could do so much better and she's too good for that, blah-blah-blah; basically you licking her ass without the exchange of fluids. Then oh-so subtly you slip in that she should just be with you because you know how to treat a lady and would take care of her forever.
And let me take a wild fucking stab in the dark and guess what happens after that . . . She looks away for a moment then back to you, grabs your hand and tells you that it's not a good time because her life is in such turmoil right now, but she's glad to have you as her friend. Well let me translate that for you in stripper language: it simply means that overall she thinks you're a loser but is confident the money you have is a winner.

