College Candy

I think every girl has had to face the whole stripper situation at one point or another. (Not whether to be one….) How your boyfriend thinks of strip clubs – as a place to grab a bite during a lunch break or an occasional bachelor party – will inevitably come up in a relationship. And everyone is bound to feel differently about the whole tits-in-your-man’s-face situation.

If you’re one of those girls who isn’t phased by the idea of your significant other’s face in the crotch of another chick, a naked one at that, more frigin’ power to you. However, those of you that are, like me – a woman who, regardless of my confidence prefers if my boyfriend’s face stays out of a strippers cooch – let’s discuss.

I get that guys “need” to go to the bachelor party because they want to share in their buddy’s last night of being a single guy. I understand the need to watch him squirm while the guys embarrass him by having some stripper sweat all over him; however, any man of mine, will not be partaking in such close contact festivities.

I am not – in any way – trying to directly bash strippers; you take your clothes off, look good doing it and make lots of loot. More power to you. I just won’t accept someone I touch, getting touched by a chick who gets paid to give men – all shapes and sizes – attention. So, when my boyfriend informed me that he was going to a strip club (to forwarn me and gauge my reaction) I simply tried my best to bite my tongue.

Unfortunately, being the loud, opinionated person that I am, biting my tongue was more difficult than I could handle. I told him that, while I would never tell him not to go and share in the drunken, boob-filled bliss, if one stripper climbs on his lap – or his face – he was not to come back home to me. I’m not talking about just that night either, I meant, he is not to come home to me. Ever.

Why, you ask? Because I’m hot, in love with the boy and don’t take my clothes off for anyone else. What we do is between us and us only. Not between us and the random women getting paid to rub their bodies all over him.

I will not touch him after someone else puts her openly visible hoo-ha in his face. Period.

He went to the bachelor party. He watched his buddy get whipped by a naked chick. He looked at lots of boobs and asses, I’m sure. But he had no one on his lap and, thankfully, respected my wishes and my feelings. And, while some girls would think it completely fine to have your man’s hands rummaging all over someone else, I’m not one of them. Keep all that saved up for me please.

How do you feel about strippers? I would love to hear some different opinions on the situation, ladies.