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My secret life as a stripper.
Bare Truths
Friday, September 23, 2005
Highschool Reunion
My net worth: $205

Well I suppose it was going to happen sooner or later. Especially as I've moved to a nicer, more reknown club. I ran into a boy that I went to highschool with.
I didn't recognize him at first, I probably wouldn't have notice him if he didn't look at me with surprise. He never hung out with me, he was a popular-type jock. I was more of a floater in highschool, I was really friendly with everyone, but I had random friends scattered all over the cliques.
Well, he certainly paid attention to me now. He kept saying how he was kicking himself for never dasking me out in highschool, how beautiful I was, blah blah blah. He's a nice guy, and I think he meant it at the time (the 8 beers also helped), but it seemed a little surreal. It seems like most of my experiences at the club end up that way.
It just amazes me that, when I'm working, I'm the popular girl. The boys hope that I will sit with them, they stare, they ask me out and fantasize what it would be like to have sex with me. They offer presents of drinks, food, flowers in an attempt to win my affection. Trust is not easily won and girls (who don't work there) are envious and give you attitude. They assume you're a whore and look down on you for taking the attention away from them. Plus, I have to wash my hair once every two weeks. At least once every two weeks.
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