I used to have trouble telling a stripper I’m not interested. Then I have an encounter with a woman that look like Michael Strahan with bolt-on and a weave. “No I’m really not interested” “No you can’t sit with me anyways. You may drive away dancers I am interested in. Sorry you’re not my type.”
Ever sense then I haven’t been shy about telling to find someone else
I don't like eating in a dimly lit room, even less under a black light. I'm sure that thier shrimp cocktails are food poisoning waiting to happen. That being said sometimes I get appetizers so I don't drink on an empty stomach.
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