Him: Perfection in a glass globe

She flung her foot on the table and peeled up her black mesh stockings. She looked at him under the misty lights with moist red lips, and casted her eyes down at him. He wished he could run his fingers through her soft blonde hair strands, but he was sitting down on the chair and

Him: Another night

Another night and yet again he thought about the wretched stripper that he loved who didn’t love him back. Her luscious hair, her sparkling eyes, the way she spun on the pole and walked with stride. The way she lifted her skirt and teased with her smile. The way she held his hand, to take

Him: With her

“Your story’s good” she said while blowing her cigarette up in air at the table with him. Across the table, he dipped his fries into the ketchup then ate it. She wouldn’t have believed that the only story that ever mattered to him was the one with her in it. ‘Hell, I don’t even need

Him: She wanted a teddy bear

She wanted a teddy bear. She drove him wild. She was the stripper whom he loved, who didn’t love him back. He recalled a story she told him about a time when she really wished for a new teddy bear, but her single mother couldn’t afford one. Now that he was making money selling sandwiches,

Him: I just needed to talk

He dialed the hot girl hotline. He fumbled through the steps for payment. “Hello…” a seductive voice answered.“Hi” he said, “I just needed to talk” and he broke down and cried. Typically, he would have gone to the familiar strip club and attempt to talk to the girl he loved. However, she only made herself

Him: A hug that would go nowhere

He looked out the window of his apartment’s living room. The sun was setting, and his feelings were just as distant. He thought about the temporary situations in his life, and how they made him feel so alive. And yet so empty. Like that one-night stand he had with a stripper that led to nowhere.

Him: Highlight of the year

They met up another weeknight at the same table in the strip club. She was still as distant as before. She dragged her cigarette in front of him. Her painted eyelids were cast down, and it seemed as if she was in deep thought. He stared at her. His light hairs shone underneath the club

Him: I love depressed guys

“I love depressed guys” the stripper said as she stared at the club’s ceiling and smoked her cigarette, “They’re good at sex.”“Well I’m not depressed and I’m good at sex” he said.She turned to look at him and blinked her eyes, “You live in a closet, smoke crack at dawn, and have a disease” she

Him: He got a phone call

He got a phone call from the stripper he loved one night. She was crying on the other line, “I just need somebody to talk to” she sobbed. She told him how the guy she was seeing used her and left. How she had given him some of her hard-earned money, only to never get