Sunday, June 30, 2002

Anyway. I'm kicking myself in the fucking ass right now, one because I'm stupid and now infatuated with some Stripper from Windsor or Burlington or wherever the fuck he comes from...

Okay. Last weekend, my mom and I were bored, we drove around for HOURS before landing at the night club. There was this dancer named Christian Fox there and he was doing what normal strippers do, flirt with all the ladies. But I wasnt having it (I dont really -go- for that sort of thing anyway, besides he gets PAID to make me feel good, right?) So at the end of the night place is closed, I spot him, Im drunk of course and I shout, "Oi! You, come over here a sec" so he goes and puts his clothes in his Chrysler prowler and comes straight back to the car, leans in the window and grins at me, "Yes?" So I ask him his name, because at this point im fucking wired for sound. So he smiles at me, tells me to come this weekend, its his last gig at that certain club, he wants to exchange information...
So, dont ASK me why I go, im not ready for anything right now, nor do I really want to be...
So he's there, he spots me right away and comes over and gives me this huge hug and a kiss, says he didnt think I was coming. I smirked and said, "Uh huh" So he does his acts, and the whole time, hes sitting at our table, when hes supposed to be out 'working' the floor, right? We exchange historys I tell him about recently splitting with my husband, he his girlfriend. We get a little drunker...
But before his last act, this girl at another booth was saying she was offended by him, he was using strong language to other girls etc. But he was perfectly NICE with me. Anyway, he comes over, he's crying, he's babbling about how he cant do this stuff anymore blah blah. Me and Mom console him. I hold him and kiss him a little, rubbing his back that sort of thing. Anyway, he's trying to put his hand up my skirt and I just about let him when he needs to get ready for his next act. So after several kisses, nuzzles, grabs, feels of his cock I'm practiacally raring to go right then and there... but...He must have done something in the bathroom before his act, because when he came out he was -wired- Strippers sometimes use coke, the drug duh! hehe, to make them selves aroused for stage.. Anyway, that with the drinking and stuff just got him fucked even worse. He gets kicked out before I can talk to him again and he's gone... BUT
Strange fucking thing is, I told him I live in newmarket... And guess where he was prowling around today? I didnt see him but mom did.. (He lives in Burlington) about 2 hours away in the opposite direction.
So now Im searching for him online because I know he used to strip in winsor. *shrugs* I donno, I guess I just like the fucking punishment, but I was honestly worried about the poor guy.