Heart So Heavy

I'm in love with a stripper....

Sometimes that most exciting days are the days that start the most normal.  I’m laying around the house, bored out of my mind.  My wonderful Jen calls me up and simply says, “We’re going out tonight.”  She’s already waiting outside.  I hop in the shower, do my hair, put on the dress, and I’m out the door in 20 minutes.  We got dropped off at Corner Pocket around 8:45.  When 1:30 hits, Jen and her boyfriend Allen decided that we should go to a strip club.  Once they found out I have never been to a strip club, we are on our way to the classy place Showgirls 3.  Apperantly the first two are a little bit trashy.  I never really knew what to imagine when walking in, but it left me speechless (which is a hard thing to accomplish).  We orginally sat down by a wall that directly behind us were the private lap dances.  But then a weird guy sat down next to us, so we went to a different spot in front of the main stage.  Allen offered to pay for my first lap dance.  My mission was to find the girl that I wanted.  I was too distracted to complete my mission.  Jen asked if I wanted a girl with moves or with boobs.  Clearly, I chose one with boobs.  A girl walked my way, and both Allen and Jen agreed she would be my stripper.  Now, I’m wearing a dress so when the stripper started going up my thighs and spreading them, I was super concerned.  She whispered in my ear, “don’t worry hunny.  No one will see anything, I just need you to spread ‘em so I can get through.”  Now, it is hard to make me embrassed.  However, I don’t think I’ve ever blushed like that before.  Needless to say, it was an interesting night.