I have this pit within me. I've been single at least 11 years now, if not 13... i lost count. But, tonight, during my desperate phase, I decided to go to a strip club, no nudity, pasties only, so don't get your hopes up. But, I'm a hopeless romantic. I go because I have nothing, I want at least something. So this immaculate blonde beauty takes my hand. She sees something eating away at me. She stole my heart and devoured my essence. If only she felt the same. After all, she's just doing her job. Hence, I will probably always be alone. I can be with a stripper and not tell her to quit her job. I think we could make it work. The assumptions are too much.. I don't think I can take much more...
Great... I still came off as every other asshole...
