Just throwing this out there. What do you all think of this? Too heavy?
“I want to hold you in my arms. I want to kiss you. I want to explore you. I want to memorize every inch of you. I want to make love to you. Come home with me. Let my eyes be the first to see you when you wake up next to me.”
Too heavy? Depends on the situation.
What type of situation are we talking about?
Do you plan to blurt it all out at once, or tease her along with it for a little while?
That last bit about eyes was laying it on kinda thick, I think.
2 words…hell no!
Don’t talk about it…do it. She’ll stop ya if she don’t wanna. Sounds like you are asking permission.
Yeah, I’d just go with the flow see where it takes ya 
Yeah, the eyes part kills it.
And as for the situation… It will only come to words if actions cannot be applied. I am leaving for Canada tomorrow, and I will likely not see this girl for 6+ months, if at all. She gave me many opportunities that I either recognized too late (been out of the game a long time), or I hesitated and chose the safe path of doing nothing. Ugh. I hesitated because I have this innate fear of being rejected if I mis-interpret the signs. I made that mistake in high-school, and I got severely beaten up by the jocks (school hockey team) over it. That was 14 years ago, and it still haunts me.
My last mistake with this girl… she was sitting with me at her place of work, and said she was going to go change. I thought, “she wants to go home now, she’s tired. Am I overstepping my bounds by asking her out right now? It’s 1am. What do I do? What if I say the wrong thing and she takes it wrong, and then she hates me? What do I do? What do I DO?” “Yeah, I’m going to take off now too.” “Uh, okay. Gnight.”
WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING!?!? What a pathetic idiot. I gave her some VERY mixed signals and pushed her away with that act.
Anyways… yeah. The way I see it, it’s already broken, and what do I have left to lose? I will hopefully get to see her for a little while today, and I will judge the situation. I may fuck it up further, or… who knows. I wont know until I try.
Or… I just leave it be, and if I DO see her again in 6 months… maybe absence makes the heart wonder.
I just re-read my last post. Someone shoot me.
LOL
It’s really not that hard, Sagen.
Just don’t think it over so much. When you over-analyze each situation it starts to get stilted, and seems fake no matter what you do.
Just relax. Go with it, and follow your instincts.
She always can say no, right? And being a gentleman, I’m sure you’d respect that, right?
So then…you’ll never know how she feels if you don’t give things a shot.
And since you need to NOT say that stuff you wrote above, try communicating non-verbally. Do what feels right, and watch for cues from her. If she’s uncomfortable, back off a little.
You might be surprised at how far you get…
OK. But I only have a paintball gun.
Blam!
Splat!
What I am about to write will probably seem harsh, but I’ll say it anyway. Please understand that it’s intended as constructive criticism.
If this is about that Misty, I think she’s playing you. IIRC you paid for dances etc, and that puts you firmly in the weaker position. The supplicating wimp, with her right there up on the pedestal. And now you seem to have fallen in love with her. IMO she is stringing you along, that’s what all this flaking bulls**t is about. I know you said she’d only been a stripper a month and so on. Many beautiful women in our culture are know the power they have over men and a lot of those are not above making use of it to get men to do whatever they want. Not just strippers, they learn it as soon as they get breasts. And unfortunately, the culture teaches them that it’s “right” - watch TV, look at the ads, or just an episode of “Bridezillas”. It isn’t healthy for men OR women.
I think you’re lonely and grateful for the attention - God knows I’m in the same position right now, so I don’t blame you - but this situation is not healthy for you.
While you’re away, go meet and date other women. Lots of them. NOT in strip clubs! Meet them on the street. At parties. At work. Let your friends know you’re single and looking and let them introduce you to people. Normal, healthy women who love, respect, and enjoy men and want to be loved and appreciated by men who love, respect and enjoy women. Then go back. You’ll see things in a very different way.
Thanks moonwhisper, and tezza.
Well, she went back to her home state this week, so I wasnt able to see her. And as my flight is today, I will likely never see her. If she was playing me, then I guess I got played good. What I dont understand fully, is that she would sit with me for 3-5 hours sometimes, and not go to other customers to make money. Even though she knew I wasnt going to give her anything. Perhaps she was just doing it to get a bigger score from me down the road, “car payment” or something like that. Either way, it’s done, and over now.
I went out with some friends last night, including 1 cute blonde that I have talked about before in my journal who really likes Long Island OJ. 
First was a country bar, then an after hours rave club. Country bar wasnt great, but the rave was good. We talked, she danced against another girl we were with, danced against a few of us. One of my friends who hadnt met her before this night was convinced that she was into me, and that her “over friendliness” to my other buddies was just to make me jealous. A few times I think she was feeling something, possibly related to the MX333 I was wearing, that she felt guilty over. She would get close to me, I would put my arms around her and she would melt into me. Then she would say, “Dont do that.” “Do what?” “Dont do that.” Then she was dancing against me, and I got into it a little too, as she was rubbing her ass up my leg and against my crotch. “Stop doing that,” she said with a look of shock that she was doing that with me. Later, she came up to me, and I lowered my head a little (I thought she wanted to tell me something), and we bumped heads. I took her head, and kissed where we bumped. Again, “Dont do that.”
Anyways, when we were leaving, she was quite drunk, and hanging onto me. A few times as we were walking back to our car at 5am, she would blurt out things to strangers and I had to physically cover her mouth. She asked me to. At one point, her face was so close to mine that as I put my finger over lips, our noses were almost touching, and she felt to me like she was about to move in and let it be my lips rather than my finger.
We drove home, and she sat in the back seat in between my two buddies. Somehow while we were waiting to drive away, her feet were laying across the center console and right next to me. My “new” friend was in the passenger seat joking about her toes, and I grabbed one, and bit it gently. She says, “oh my god, that turns me on. you better not do that again.” Again? Okay. I put her big toe into my mouth and she squirmed.
As we drove home, she would occasionally nod off against my friend, and my mirror was angled down a bit, and I could see her face clearly. At one point, I thought I could see her eyes were open (it was dark, and hard to tell at first), and staring at me through the mirror. So, I gazed back, and smiled. She smiled too. I turned my head around, and she was still looking directly at me, still smiling, and sticking her tongue out.
Another thing she kept doing was leaning up onto the center console right next to me, and playing with the radio. Her other hand was holding my arm, and caressing it. Kino?
She was still quite drunk, so I told her she could crash at my place. I took the couch and insisted on her taking my bed. I led her to my room, gave her a hug goodnight, and she said, “I am going to miss you guys so much. Especially you.”
Damn.
She is sleeping in my bed right now. I was supposed to wake her up almost an hour ago, but she is sleeping so soundly that I think nothing short of an air horn will rouse her. Never the less, I gotta go try again.
Jeez. She sleeps deep.
I only managed to get her into a lighter state for a few minutes. I said, “It’s time to wake up sweetie.” She nodded her head. “Okay?” Nod. “Really.” Nod. “Eh.” Smile and giggle. Back to sleep again.
Then again I get her to this state. “Time to wake up honey. It’s 10am.” “Uh huh,” her breath makes. I say, “Im going to miss you.” She says, “I miff you.”
tezza, one of the girls that we hung out with last night, even though she is 20, told me much of the same thing you did. Basically, that she is a stripper, and they know how to push the right buttons at the right time. Misty is only 19, and been a stripper for only 2 months, but she is still a stripper, and it’s what they do. She also told me that she is 19, so she is young, fickle, naive, and used to getting lots of attention. As my friend said, I am just a sausage, and if I call her, or text her, thats all she sees is a sausage calling for some pussy.
My night was good. It was re-empowering when I felt like shit. I am not even thinking about Misty right now, which is amazing since I havent stopped thinking about her for 2 weeks.
I feel good again.
coolios. ya man…been down this road myself. i’ll tell you a lil secret i was told not too long ago. you’re not ready to deal with women until you are ready to get rid of them 
First,
That line is really heavy and I couldn’t pull it off. If that is what you would say in the moment, great, that’s you. But anything I would say to someone that matters wouldn’t be a rehearsed and memorized line.
Second,
Don’t form your opinions and beliefs of women with strippers. I am sure strippers are nice people, but not the best place to learn about healthy relationships.
I agree. The line would only work in a certain situation, and I doubt I would ever actually say it. It would be more… in the moment, off the cuff.
As far as the stripper goes, I wasnt necessarily looking for a healthy relationship. I was just looking for short term fun, something that I have never really had. I found some bit of attraction, that felt stronger than I expected. It felt mutual to me, but then again, these things tend to be biased when we only see what we want to see. Either way… I didnt get to have the fun I wanted, and I blame my own walls that have been put up over the years. But, walls can be broken down, and I will someday get my fun. And someday, I will find my stability.
I think I had some opportunity with my blonde friend, but she was quite drunk, and I didnt want to take advantage of that.
I was jumped once by three guys, After their recovery, they were quite nice people.
But no, paragraph is not right, a line is one sentence.
there is no fuck me line.
Except the do you want to take me home with you tonight,
or the, you’re my kind of girl, what are you doing after this.
Sagen sometimes you need to just put your head down and go by your gut…
Yeh sometimes you run into walls that way… I find you get places a hell of a lot faster anyways