This story is from my early 20s, so it’s not recent, but it is something I wanted to share the story of. This is about my ex-girlfriend Cindy, or we can call her by her stripper name, Cinnamon. Cindy and I were high school sweet hearts. We met when we were 16 and had a mostly normal teenage relationship, except that we grew up Hollywood adjacent and were into the club scene a bit. We had a good time exploring sex and new desires together. She always had that stripper’s body, and would give clumsy, but well intentioned lap dances as she treated 18 year old me to a special occasion.
But then it all came crashing down. We had our problems, I didn’t know how to really treat a woman yet and she was a bit of a wild child I couldn’t fully tame. She had been acting weird, being hard to get a hold of and I confronted her. Some club promoter she met in Hollywood had seen her dancing in a club and offered her a chance to move to Vegas and work at his club. Yes…a strip club. But he supposedly had a lot of connections in the dance industry and he was going to make her a star. It was something out of a bad 80s movie and she was falling for it hook, line, and sinker. The more I tried to convince her he was a sleaze, the more I seemed like a jealous immature thing she needed to get away from. And one day…she was gone.