Pfft. Labels.

So I'd been thinking a girlfriend might be useful. Well, not to make it sound like just something I outta go pick up at Publix (...), but I'd been thinking about it for a few days.

Sam put me in a bit of the mindset, but what's really sending it home is this Christina chick. I've mentioned it before, but the rules change at strip clubs. The entire game just gets turned upside it's head and that makes it very curious. If I were Douglas Adams I might call this a "Way Of The World Inverter Field" generated by the cheezy neon lights and bad DJing and loads of $1 bills. But I'm not him so I'll ignore that.

Truth is I don't go there to get laid or meet women to date or anything. If it was I'd never go back. When I want drinks, don't want to be alone, but want to be EMOTIONALLY alone, there is a perfect place. Any of the, frankly, beautiful women that approach me for chit chat and offer services are doing it just because of a job and I know this. It's that knowledge which helps maintain a "professional" difference even when she's sitting on my clothed cock.

I've been back there at least twice already, and I'm contemplating another time tonight before I resume work tomorrow.

Anyway, that story goes that one stripper, supposedly "new", on her first night on the job, met me and "likes" me. I don't know why. I wasn't especially nice to her. I didn't tip her more than I would tip anyone else. I didn't do anything to warrant it.

So due to this my warning lights are even more lit up than normal. Location, what I did (and, more importantly, didn't do), etc. She asked me for my number first, she says I make her happy (wuh? how'd I do that?).

And for all the warnings and cautions, I'm curious to see where it goes, what it amounts to. Is it a trick for extra money? Maybe. But I'm not going to spend money on her just to be nice. Is it a trick to win my heart? To what end? See point #1. Sex with a stripper? Meh... my theory is that good looking girls don't have to try that hard to please their men and, therefore, don't. And she's absolutely drop dead GORGEOUS. Total eyecandy. Not the prettiest girl I've ever seen, and she's got fake boobs (huge minus points), but, well, yeah. Very very pretty.

Stripper GIRLFRIEND though? Now that's quite something. Walk down the road with all the men staring all jealous, all the women staring and wondering what I've got because, sister, it ain't on the outside. Bragging rights would last for maybe 9 months or so.

I'm bad at making girlfriends, I'll confess. So, I suppose anything that will up my numbers will help on the scorecard.

Then I saw a link. It's quite funny. Check it out: So You Want to Date a Stripper?

I don't care. I could use a distracting force in my life. Which means, for the record, it's not that I'm too dumb to know what she's trying to do, it's that I want to see her try and witness it. You know, for science and shit.