I'm traveling abroad with my best friend. He's straight and aware of my sexual identity. He's also very much aware of our mutual love and appreciation for women's breasts. Even though I'm gay, I still think boobs are magnificent and a lot of fun.
So, yesterday, he suggested we attend a strip club. As his best friend, I dutifully agreed. Next thing you know, however, we've been accosted by multiple dancers and each taken back to a dark room, covered in tacky, red crushed velvet and I'm paying for a lap dance from a topless, well-endowed girl in a g-string.
Moral of the story: Regardless of how hard the sweet stripper tried to illicit a "reaction" from me, I spent thirty dollars to let my body remind myself I'm still gay.
Poor girl. :) Good story though. This sounds like a scene from a book or something. Maybe it will become a scene in one of your own??
ReplyDeleteHa ha, you know it. It's definitely been added to the skeleton draft. :)
DeleteYep just laughed out lout. Pretty hilarious.
ReplyDeleteGood, I'm glad! We all need more genuine laughter in our lives!
DeleteHaha. I laughed too. That was $30 well spent, I'm sure. Bought her kid a pack of diapers. LOL.
ReplyDelete(BTW, One of my best friends is a stripper, I love them.)
ReplyDeleteHa ha. I'd rather have my money go towards diapers than other unsavory things... She was a total gem. Bless her heart!
DeleteI think this would make a great chapter in your book. And you know, if people ever ask you, "Are you sure you're gay?" you can use this story as evidence. Poor stripper, though...I hope she doesn't have an inferiority complex now.
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