Sometimes I look at myself and say...who am I?
I answer, I am Ty's mother, I am Michael's wife...other than that? hmmmm I don't really know anymore. I love being those two things, but sometimes I miss my sexy self!
I use to have these crazy notions about the type of person I would become, or things I might like to try. I used to want to try being a stripper. I used to be hot. My girlfriends and I practically did a tease at every club we went to. We could dance and shake our booties like no one else. I loved going to strip clubs too. I used to think that swinging my legs around that pole and shaking my ass in front of some stranger would be HOT! Plus I thought I could do it way better than the chick on the pole in front of me.
I still hear songs today and think...I would totally strip to that one. My personal favorite is a thing going on, by JJ Cale, there's Dirty by Christina Agulera, Closer, Nine Inch Nails & Rapture by IIO.
I used to go to this club with my girlfriends, (Only 3 times) It was so funny b/c there was this one guy "Paris" who always asked me to go home with him. Each time I could have sworn he didn't remember me from the last time. He was hot, but , cooties ya know? Then there was this other guy "Pazer the Amazer" just the name tells you how old this guy was. I give him props for dancing, but he was so old he had to stuff his G with cotton, or what ever the hell was done there. (I really didn't want to know) When he came on, suddenly every girl in the club had to pee or go to the bar for another drink.
One night we went to this club called "wet" in DC. This guy friend of mine told us about it. He was supposed to go with but bagged right b4. I should have known right then something was wrong. Not only was it a gay club, but it was Chocolate Rama night. There were 3 of us that went, 2 of us were teh only white chicks in the club, the three of us together were the only chicks in the club. You walked through the door and they had flat screen after flat screen with full male on male action! I think at that point I learned to admire the tile on the floor. You wouldn't believe how a girl get's ignored by the strippers in a gay strip club. It was my friends 23rd b-day, she'd never been to a strip joint so we wanted to show her a good time. I told the barback to give her something to knock her on her ass. It was a $30 drink...what ever...I was drunk and didn't think about it. So...bad part of DC + Gay strip club + Chocolate Rama Night + I slipped my girl a Roofie & didn't know it= One F***ed up night! But I will tell you one thing...those were the best dancers I ever saw!
I think that every chick one time or another has wanted to be a stripper... I wonder what the guy's wanted to be?