I dated a grip of strippers in the early 90's (91-94). Figured there was no way my mother was gonna approve so she never really met any of them except one. Shit, I don't even think my father, stepfather, stepmother, or grandmother would have approved either. The crew all met them 'cause I usually got the digits in the club with my crew right there.
One of them I was really feelin was this white broad that was a dead ringer for Dana Plato, but thicker with solid C-cups. When I met her I jokingly called her "Kimberly" only to find out that was her stage name when she danced in Miami briefly and that broke the ice. We had a solid ass connection too, vibe was always good with her. My crew met her 'cause the club she worked at was right across campus. She was Chicago born and raised, fucked with House, Detroit Techno, and Miami Bass heavy, swigged bourbon like a champ, and was just a down ass broad. We dated for like 6 months and it just kinda fizzled out but we stayed good friends for years. Moms wasn't feelin me messin with white broads and my Pro Black stepfather was damned sure not gonna approve, but my father and stepmoms I know wouldn't have cared about her being white.
My ex-fiancee was also a dancer and she started working at the same club as "Kimberly" about 6 months after we got into the "just friends" lane. These two are the chicks I spoke about in another thread that worked together and I said I made sure they knew who each other was and my relation to both. Anyways, my ex is, obviously, the one that met everybody in the family, but we never told them she was a dancer, we just told them about her day-job (in-home healthcare for the elderly). After our first break up I finally told my moms what she did for real and caught an earful from her. Still never told my pops or anyone else though I think my oldest sister found out from a few friends.
Dated a "holy roller" for a while too. Wasn't the best looking chick, but we had a really strong ass physical connection. Sex was off the hook with her and we genuinely had a good time together. But... Again, she wasn't up to the beauty standards of my previous women, didn't like me drinking or cussing, and was a preacher's daughter with a scripture for everything so with the exception of my roommate nobody in the crew ever got to meet her.
I spoke about Big Marcy a time or two, but... Yeah... About 6' tall, and prolly deep in the 300lbs range. We did actually date for a bit but I wasn't about to take her big ass home and only my dormmate at the time knew I was fuckin her. Nice chick, not bad looking in the face actually, a bit over possessive 'cause after it turned into a late-night creep thing she would get jealous of another dancer I was fuckin with that she saw leaving my dorm room. Never let her meet the folks.
