My fear...

For as long as I can remember I have had a fear of strippers. In the occasional birthday party, or even a bachelorette party, the minute I find out a stripper has been hired, I know, I won't show up. Call me wussy, or even a nerd.. I just don't care for them, I don't have one exact answer for it, I just know they gross me out.

Well last night I think my friend planned some sort of intervention (I could have kicked her ass). Well, she invited me over for her cousins bachelorette party, and knowing full well how I feel about them, she neglected to tell me, they had hired 3... yes THREE strippers to come. Of course I didn't find this out until the first stripper walked in...

I tell you though, it still didn't work. I still don't like them, and I still get grossed out. I guess I just don't find anything attractive about a guy, waxed from head to toe, dancing and rubbing up against women with a g-string on. egh!