Sunday, April 17, 2011
Yesterday, I went to my first strip club. I have always wanted to go, just so I could say I had been to one, but I never really wanted to be surrounded by hot girls with perfect bodies, who would make me look like a whale. But yesterday, it was a spur of the moment decision.
Like honestly, when I go to bars, I go to this place where mostly older people go, so with me being 21, I am the youngest by far, and usually (in my mind), one of the most attractive. That's how my crazy, self-conscious mind works. So for me to go to a place where I KNOW I will be the farthest from attractive, is a big step for me. I don't know if I feel better about myself and don't care that I won't be the skinniest one, or if it was the fact that the friend I was with always tells me how beautiful I am, or what, but I went in there, and didn't really feel bad about myself. Hmm.
So anyways, as I am sitting there, watching the girls on the stage, all I can think about is how I need to look like that. The first girl who was on the stage was actually pole dancing. Climbing up the pole, flipping upside down, holding her whole body up with one arm. You have to be crazy in shape to do that stuff. I want that to be me. Not necessarily a stripper, just able to do that sort of thing.
I walked out of there and said to my friend, "I am never eating again". Lol. Well, I will, but just the correct way. There is no way I can eat junk now. I'm gonna be in line at Wendy's and the strippers ass is going to pop into my head, and that will make me get right out of line. Ha.