Last Saturday we celebrated my girlfriend’s birthday.
It was the longest day of my life.
I woke up at 6AM for my shift at Planned Parenthood.
Then I went to help my mom move into my sister’s house. That’s a whole other journal entry, believe me.
Then I took my girlfriend to a strip club for her birthday. She has a crush on this one stripper, and said striper may or may not have a crush on my girlfriend. At least that would explain why said stripper is such a fucking cunt to me, but in all fairness it that could be the result of my extreme charm deficiency.
Any who, after being in this club for about four hours, I bought my girl a lap dance from said stripper. We left the club and went to get something to eat.
The first weird thing was my girl asking if I could smell the stripper on her. I was actually sniffing her before I realized that my girlfriend was asking me to smell her for signs of another woman. Let me try and get away with some shit like that.
Then, my girl starts to complain about the fact that she can’t tell if this stripper is really into her as a person (she acts like she is) or just into her as a customer. So I tell her that she should wait a week or so and go back to the club on a week night when it’s slow (the stripper gave my girl her work schedule) and she can spend more time with her. Just ask for her phone number and if she says no, write her off.
My girlfriend’s best friend just sat there staring at us and then pointed out how weird it was to watch a guy give his girlfriend tips on picking up women. Strippers no less…
First of all Dave, you are so charming:) And I really mean that.
I think it’s awsome, how you interact with people, especailly your girl friend there.
As far as that stripper really being into her, well, who knows for sure, but I was a stripper, and I would bet that she’s into the money, but it still couldent hurt to ask for the womans number, becasue if it’s Michelle, she would be down:)
^_^