carbon dating paper - Chances of dating a stripper
It’s Wednesday night, and I’m listening to club music and watching a dancer gyrate on a pole.
I’m tempted to order a drink and watch the show, but I have to remind myself why I’m here at the Condor Club: to talk to the strippers about dating.
I find the flawed type of person that sends me into automatic ‘He could never be the one’ mode,” she says.
“As soon as I find that, I pursue them with a sense of coldness.
He's really mad about something, and while you're not in personal danger with the misogynist, you'll realize pretty soon that no one can live on hate-sex alone.