I dated a stripper when I was in my early 20s... in my defense I didn't know she was a stripper when I picked her up though. She was a waitress at Hooters in Baltimore, and after a couple of dates she asked me to swing her by work to pick somthing up. So I drove her over to Hooters, and she told me not there but her other job and then directed me to a really skeevy strip joint on the Block. Weird thing was she was *terrible* in the sack (Absolutely no oral? Are you fucking kidding me?) so between that and the fact she was bat-shit crazy already had me ready to drop her. That pretty much sealed the deal and I kicked that to the curb in a public place so she didn't prison stab me.

On the other side of the coin, we are really good friends with a couple where the woman was a stripper for 8 yars. She is probably one of the most beautiful women I have ever met in person and pretty fucking smart too. She got her masters in Criminal Justice while dancing and they have a surprisingly normal and well adjusted life with her husband and their son. Also on the other side of the coin, she is a complete and utter freak in the sack. I guess my friend won the stripper lottery!