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I hadn’t seen my ex, Jordan, in a while, but he was letting me crash at his place while I was in town for work. We are still friendly, even though the last time I saw him I said I wanted to work things out between us. His main reply was that he didn’t know (which I smartly took for a no). I knew it was probably a bad idea to stay with him, and an even worse one to agree to a weekend trip with him.
We kept the conversation light and easy once we got on the road out of town. I certainly wasn’t going to bring up anything too serious for fear of ruining the weekend before it even started. Once we arrived we got dinner and went to see a show. Afterwards, we walked around until we found a bar to hang out in. We were having a good time drinking, watching people drunk dancing and a guy striking out with all the girls. Eventually the topic turned to how I’d never been to a strip club (we were in a city known for great clubs). Of course, he was willing to take me to one right away!