I don't care too much for money cause money can't buy me love
A journal by Sean Fogarty
OK so that's it. I'm him. That guy. You the one. The pathetic one. The one who you wanna tell "Awwwww dude, wake up.". I'm in love.....with a stripper. I guess love is a little strong but it fits for the purposes of this journal. I feel like Nately in Catch-22. For the first time in a while I'm around someone who makes me feel good, so I guess I don't really mind forking over money for her to stay. I give her a couple dollars, I buy her drinks, I buy a lapdance from her. I spend a lot of money on her. Do we get along? Yeah I think so. If she wasn't a stripper I'd say she really likes me alot. Unfortunately.....she's a stripper. Why does this matter? Because it's probably all an act. Stripper is just a shorter word for "naked con artist". If I suddenly started throwing my money elsewhere, I bet that's where she'd be spending most of her time. But I'm not going to throw my money elsewhere. Why? I dunno. I'm stupid. I don't really mind spending money on her. Besides, she's a damn good stripper. And on the times when me and my buddy DO go to the boobie bar, I'd rather spend my money on her than on some second rate stripper. My money is valuable. I worked hard for it. If the stripper who's taking my money wants to flirt with me, all the better. I could use the ego boost. Lord knows that the people who flirt with me are few and far between. Even if someones getting paid to do it, I'll TAKE it. So now whenever I have a spare night and 60 smackeroos to waste, I'll stop in the strip joint and say hey to the stipper I'm in love with. Now all I need to do is save her from a gang of unruly officers and I'm set....
A journal by Sean Fogarty
OK so that's it. I'm him. That guy. You the one. The pathetic one. The one who you wanna tell "Awwwww dude, wake up.". I'm in love.....with a stripper. I guess love is a little strong but it fits for the purposes of this journal. I feel like Nately in Catch-22. For the first time in a while I'm around someone who makes me feel good, so I guess I don't really mind forking over money for her to stay. I give her a couple dollars, I buy her drinks, I buy a lapdance from her. I spend a lot of money on her. Do we get along? Yeah I think so. If she wasn't a stripper I'd say she really likes me alot. Unfortunately.....she's a stripper. Why does this matter? Because it's probably all an act. Stripper is just a shorter word for "naked con artist". If I suddenly started throwing my money elsewhere, I bet that's where she'd be spending most of her time. But I'm not going to throw my money elsewhere. Why? I dunno. I'm stupid. I don't really mind spending money on her. Besides, she's a damn good stripper. And on the times when me and my buddy DO go to the boobie bar, I'd rather spend my money on her than on some second rate stripper. My money is valuable. I worked hard for it. If the stripper who's taking my money wants to flirt with me, all the better. I could use the ego boost. Lord knows that the people who flirt with me are few and far between. Even if someones getting paid to do it, I'll TAKE it. So now whenever I have a spare night and 60 smackeroos to waste, I'll stop in the strip joint and say hey to the stipper I'm in love with. Now all I need to do is save her from a gang of unruly officers and I'm set....
bottom line, though: if you're enjoying yourself and can afford it, there's nothing wrong with it. just make sure to keep the real feelings in check, because that is the part you can't buy.