The Infatuated Stripper

Do you, our wonderful reader ever feel like there is simply nothing left in life for you to prove? Do you struggle to find new goals, and meaning in life? Is it difficult for you to find the fuel for life's burning fire?

I personally feel spent. I feel happily content. I feel like there are few laurels left in life for me to strive for. I find it difficult to find that "next" achievement to go after.

Here are a list of some of my personal accomplishments thus far. I have gained and earned a valid real estate salesperson license in 2 of America's best states, Texas and New York. I have been a flagship fashion model, based purely on my attractive looks and physique for the NYC, Abecrombie and Fitch store in Downtown Manhattan. I have slept with a worldly number and diverse group of beautiful women. On the checklist of beautiful female ethnicity's, backgrounds, and nationalities is, Israeli X2, Canadian X3, Swedish, Guyana, Latina, Cuban, Milf, College Girls, Brooklyn Blonde Curvy Babe, Half Asian & Half White, a musical large breasted 19 year old, a German girl on my rooftop, strippers, and many many more. I was obviously born a straight man. I love the female race! In the female experience department, I could honestly hang up the shoelaces, retire and be totally at peace with it. Professionally, as a licensed Realtor, cummulatively I have probably sold between 7 to 20 million dollars of Central Texas Real Estate. I have traveled to Cuba, Paris, Spain, California, Miami, Switzerland, the Vatican City, Ibiza, Mallorca, Providence Rhode Island and more. Could I increase my travel? Probably.

Here are some future life goals, I am NOT looking forward to, or wanting. I am not looking forward to carrying a monthly mortgage on a home. I am not looking forward to being locked down with only 1 female in marriage. I am not looking forward to losing my life freedoms, in order be solely responsible for raising children, and cleaning dirty brown diapers.

I do not enjoy the government taxing the hell out of my entire life, and making money off of my personal hard working back. I doubt I will ever run for Government office. Lately the government has become the enemy. This morning I was FORCED to pay $500 dollars to change my car's title into my name. Yep isn't that a load of crap? $500 dollars to do some paperwork? All I got for my half of a grand monetary payment, was a 3 inch sticker to display on my windshield. On a side-note, I'd rather sport a cool bumper sticker on my car for 2 to 3 dollars, than some Texas Title and Registration b.s. It's a private owner's car. Who cares that much? The government makes money of its citizens. We should tell the government to go get a job! How about that proclamation.

Moving forward and lastly for today, here is a true, fun tale and story. It is called, the time, George Vance made a hot chick stripper fall in love with him, get fired by her manager that night and still take him home to happily sleep with him.

So it was a lazy summer afternoon. I had just finished watching a Movie in the Park, near Auditorium Shores. I had no date that night, and did not feel like running through the SAMPLE SPECTRUM of downtown bars that evening either. My solo decision was to order a cab to a local high-end strip club. Upon arrival at the club, I paid a cover charge. It began as a regular straight man's entertaining calm evening. Next up, I sit down towards the rear of the club. A slender, tanned, good looking blonde stripper comes over my way. She dances for me, and we engage in conversation. She tells me how physically beautiful I am, and how she is "over this whole stripping scene." I'm like okay, and continue on through this retail commercial space to the next chair and new seat. At this point, I've garnered the attention of a different and new stripper. She is also beautiful, and more professional in her practice, than the later girl. She is in the middle of an excellent lap dance, when the former slender blonde stripper comes my way and tries to STOP the current girl's dancing progress. The crazy blonde is acting as if she was my girlfriend or property? AS you may or may not be aware, there is ZERO LOYALTY in strip club culture. The club's manager sees this blonde acting out of character and takes her outside of the club. I am later informed, the manager FIRED the slender blonde that night. Oh goodness, I didn't know I had such swooning powers over the female race. This is a truthful as I can remember this tale. Once the slender blonde is fired, I go outside the venue to check on her. She tells me she likes me and asks if I want to spend the night at her place. I said, "sure." The now fired stripper and I leave and go back to apartment complex in the lengthy distanced Southside region of the city. It was a wild night. She was fun. It was mutual bliss. The next morning getting home, was the male version of the walk of shame. So there you have it, that is the story, of how I was so attractive and sexy, a stripper purposely chose to get fired to win my heart. Pretty ridiculous huh?

How am I supposed to top that story. Sometimes I wonder and think, I've got NOTHING LEFT TO PROVE.