It was actually a good time. I thought it would be weird, but after he started buying me lap dances from every rediculous looking girl that came upto me (he wouldn't buy me one when the 3 beat ass girls that were working tonite came upto me) I grew fond of it.
I've decided I either A) need to marry a hot ass stripper with low self esteem, or B) need to marry a hot ass chick with low self esteem that I can make my personal stripper.
edit: Also, I keep on smelling myself, and it smells like stripper, and I keep on looking around for a nekid girl dancing, and she's not there, it's sad :( And my whole new wardrobe is comprised of Diamonds Caberet t shirts, on my way out the girls there threw like 10 at me, so if anyone wants one, holla!
