Michael:
“Oh yeah I have a
stripper friend on Facebook”
Me:
“Oh really”
But then the grey
matter ticks and I realise if my husband were befriending a stripper in a
sleezy way he would not be advertising it.
Me:
“You can’t really show
off about this, I am on to you, it’s your friend from high school”
Michael:
“Yes , but still do
you have a stripper on your friend’s list?”
Many years ago Michael
went to a pub and there was a strip show.
Onto the stage came his friend from high school, when she spotted
Michael she shrieked and ran off the stage.
Things got really
weird because Michael mentioned that she has small boobs for a stripper and I of
course had to go and look at her profile picture. I disagreed that boobs were the only
qualifying aspect and said that I did not think stripping was only based on
boob size as long as you have a good body which this girl obviously has.
Me:
“Not all guys like big boobs, I think that
good bodies are more important”
I was suddenly expert
even though I have never seen a strip show before. I was next door to a strip show once but that
is another story.
Michael not convinced:
“Uh huh”
Me:
“Do you realise that
we are arguing whether your high school friend has a stripper body or not?”
Michael:
“Yeah I think this
conversation has gone a little too strange.”
I also knew a stripper, my cousin was a stripper, only she stripped paint off
cars. Her job description did impress
the guys though, seeing that she omitted part of her job description.
