Friday, January 20, 2006
Female Pychology - Stripper Edition
Not too long ago my adorable fiance busted me in a little white lie. My friends decided that I was becoming a little too whipped and thought that they would take it upon themselves to set up a little intervention and bring Crazy Dan back from certain death. This "intervention" consisted of mass amounts of booze and a trip to the local strip club. Of course being the upstanding morally righteous person I am I had nothing to do with any drinking and or conversing with strippers. However, I could not help but feel a little guilty after all I did tell her that I would not go to such places ever again. Of course she found out about it and for months told me a bastard I was for going to such places. It was a long couple of months every time I turned around she was throwing it up in my face. That was until a couple of weeks ago when she got so hammered she let slip a few secrets of her own. While we were doing a bit of fooling around I happened to pull her hair. No big thing right until she says "I loved when the strippers did that." After a little more digging turns out my little goodie two shoes went to the strip club with out me. You better believe I am going to be saving this for a get of jail free card or more private entertainment.