I've mentioned before about this girl I wasted too much time and money on without even getting a kiss, who once told me she became a stripper. The only defense I can give is that she did it to several other men as well and I was young and dumb.
To expand the story, it was during a time period when she was talking to me (after our initial 'dance', it was an on-and-off thing, usually because it was really easy to piss her off) and I was working the night shift. She called me up out of the blue and we talked for the rest of my shift. During the conversation, she mentions that she's working as a stripper (this is one time when I was happy that it takes me a while for some things to sink in, otherwise my brain would have exploded), I finish up at the office and we say good-bye. As I pull out of the parking lot, the radio starts playing "Centerfold" by the J. Geils Band.
When I get to a stoplight, I just looked up at the sky and said "Now you're fuckin' with me."
Took all the willpower I had not to pack up the car and drive out there to find where she worked, but she lived in Atlanta and its billions of clubs, so that would have taken forever. Later, a mutual friend let it slip where she had worked; an all-nude club called Sidewinders in Winder, GA. The club is currently closed and, I think, demolished.
She's always owned up to being a stripper and has even hinted, well after 2 kids and a second marriage, that she'd be happy to go back. Wouldn't be surprised if she did.
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