Keep in mind that she pulls down more than most corporate attorneys (who also represent a large portion of her clientele). At some early point in the evening though, you’re going to have to find her cell phone in her purse and steal the battery out of it, because that thing will ring incessantly and she will eventually find something or someone better to do.
All of those "guy friends" started out just like you, chief.
They saw the Promised Titty Land and thought they could get there, too.
Once they tired of the bullshit and drama, or she found someone else, they were relegated to "friends." They could’ve bought a fucking sailboat with all the money they blew on young Cinnamon, and now they hang on to some last vestige of hope, thinking that she may just get drunk enough some night and let them put their spit on the slit.
1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
- Tip models on the stage with REAL money (an ATM dispenser is installed in the ceiling of the main stage!
There are lots of stereotypes you need to be aware of (and ignore) before you make your move, or else you'll ruin your chances of ever getting to know her better.
This article is based on information gleaned from my brief stay in Stripperville. She’s thinking she just might meet someone who can handle her, but no one can. Sometimes they’ll just drop in when you two are hanging out and you’re thinking it might get romantic. With an escort, you’re getting what you want right off the bat, and it’ll likely cost you half of what Cinnamon is charging. It’ll be a short stay, but something you’ll talk about for years to come.
Here are a few tips because dating a stripper is a hazardous affair and the only thing you’re going to get out of this insane ride are bragging rights for the rest of your life. She meets 50 guys a night who are potential dates, so she’s just playing the odds with you. You’ll never change her or pull her out of Stripperville. Her apartment is littered with soggy G-strings and cheap 8-inch heeled shoes, along with empty tubes of body glitter, mascara, prescription drugs, zit cream, Aqua Net and Polaroid pictures of her and her "friends" engaged in some drinking and dancing on St. The Polaroid pictures of her and her stripper friends getting nasty for the entire bar are still circulating around town because one of the guys she dated last month stole them out of her nightstand when he sensed the end was near and he wasn’t going to be getting any more Cinnamon Love. She has more guy friends than you had all throughout high school and college, collectively. All they need is their Xanax and Raspberry Stoli on the rocks and their job. That’s what fuels the lifestyle and you’re never going to pry her from it. If your goal from the aforementioned list is "sex," you need to understand that it’s going to take at least five dates. While that fine body, devoid of tan lines, might fuel you to the fifth date, I’d recommend looking into escort services in your area.
Don't let the ladies fool y'all now, fellas They be doin' the same thing y'all be doin' Turn up my symphony, man Turn up my symphony Drop a BEAT!
)Just 'cause she dances go-go It don't make her a ho, no Maxine, put your dance shoes on We going to the disco We gonna eeeelope to Meeeexico Called up my mama, said I'm in love with a stripper, yo Ten grand, let me see you shake it like you got no Bones in your body and you was made to be a celebrity Twenty grand, know it's a sin, but before me you show Me a little more skin it would fulfill my fantasy Thirty grand, to the highest bidder but Chris Rock Said, 'There's no sex in the champaigne room' Forty grand, looked into her eyes, I saw tears falling Down, type of tears that money couldn't buy Just 'cause she dances go-go It don't make her a ho, no Maxine, put your dance shoes on We going to the disco We gonna eeeelope to Meeeexico Called up my mama, said I'm in love with a stripper, yo Just 'cause she dances go-go It don't make her a ho, no Maxine, put your dance shoes on We going to the disco We gonna eeeelope to Meeeexico Called up my mama, said I'm in love with a stripper, yo Excuse me, what is your name?
Look walking into this without a goal is certain means for failure, because she operates on her own terms and if you let her manipulate you and lead the show, you’re sunk. It’s her job to make guys feel like they’re the only one she’s interested in. That sultry stare she’s giving you across the dinner table with those piercing green eyes is the same look that forces 75 men-a-night to fumble for their wallets and jam fistfuls of green into her G-string even though they’re six months behind on child support. Your future with this chick: broken dates, shattered windows, holes punched in doors, a slew of ex-boyfriends and husbands, a thousand "friends" calling all the time, an encyclopedia of restraining orders she has out on said exes and a couple customers who stalked her for six months. " DO remember this: strippers are more fucked up than The Who was during their 1973 U. They’ve got it all and they don’t need you or anyone else. Compound that and it’s a nice little used Hobie Cat or a decent house payment.