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I dated a stripper when I was in my twenty's. The thing with this girl was is that she came after me. I really wasn't interested in dating a dancer at the time. This girl would not take no for an answer. I guess she was so used to getting her way with men all the time and when I told her no she had a challenge on her hands. After about a year or 14 months and it was all said and done I learned something about myself. While the idea of dating a stripper was cool but the novelty wore off fast. As I began to have more feelings for her the more I didn't like her profession. Now I wasn't about to tell her to quit her job and become possesive. I realized in order to be happy I had to be ok with her dancing and I wasn't. I told her this and broke it off. Once done with it I was completely happy again.
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