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Why Going To A Strip Club On A First Date Wasn’t A Red Flag
You live and you learn.
If we lived our lives based on doing things other people told us not to do, I’m convinced we would live a more fulfilling life.
Of course, I’m talking about things within reason, like going to a strip club on a first date, not free-soloing off the side of a 900-metre vertical rock at Yosemite National Park, if you have zero experience.
The beauty of living and learning is that you don’t ever have to wonder if you’re missing out on something. You don’t ever have to wonder how something could have gone. And you don’t ever have to regret not doing the thing you wanted to do, just because someone or many someone’s frowned upon the idea.
When I was 19, I met a guy on the set of a tv show I was working on. The first date we went on was elaborate and it ended with us in a strip club. People always tell me elaborate dates are too much, but I’ve never understood why first dates needed to be a dinner or a movie or both. First of all, I have a strong disdain for first dates to the movies, and second of all, cliché dates like that feel robotic.
I loathe cliché first dates.
Let’s call a spade a spade, first dates to dinner are romantic interviews. They are to romance, what…
