OUR LOVE ISN'T TAINTED.. IT SHOULDN'T MATTER THAT SHE'S A

STRIPPER. I frequent strip clubs. Yeah I'm there for lunch. What man doesn't enjoy a good lap dance with a steak? It's relaxing. It's an escape from your reality. I watch them on stage twirling and gyrating. Its more than taking off your clothes. Its an art form. It takes skill and talent to be up on that pole. It's an honest days work. They are providing a service. Maybe you can't turn a ho into a housewife. But she's not a ho! She's a STRIPPER.

The very first time I saw her, I knew we had a connection. The place was just nasty. Men were drunk, tables were sticky and the bathrooms were filled with smoke. All around you, was TITTIES and ASS. She was different. When she got on that stage, it was like nobody else was in that room . I started tipping her more. I knew her REAL name. We would chat after her set. I knew she had two kids. She graduated from the same High School. She wasn't just a stripper. She was starting her own clothing line. I found myself liking this woman. I could tell she felt the same. When I walked in the door, she knew I was there. She would dance just for ME. I would watch her for hours sliding on the floor, touching herself. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. I would jerk off thinking about her. I was falling en love with her. I wanted to be with her. I waited for the right moment to ask her out. She said when? We started dating. At first, I think I was in awe. Then reality hit. We didn't have crazy sex every night. She was always complaining. "Who are you with"? "Where have you been"? "I need some money"! She was always in the mirror, PRACTICING. She reminded me often how lucky I was. I wanted her to stop stripping. She wouldn't. She said the money was too good. I didn't understand. I was giving her EVERYTHING. What else did she want? I broke it off. I heard she was still stripping at the same spot. I guess we were both back to our REALITIES.    Still Single