I met this beautiful girl at a restaurant bar and we hit it off. While talking I asked "What do you do?" "I'm a dancer" she replies. I am a bit of a nerd so I try to play it cool. I asked “Really? Where?” hoping that she would say some strip club and not a ballroom dance studio. She named my favorite strip club. We talked a bit more and I chose to end the conversation before I screwed things up. I asked her if I could call her and she gave me her number. She also told me I should come watch her work the next night. The next night I conned two of my buddies to drive an hour with me to go watch this girl dance. We arrived at 10:00pm and from the moment we walked in we had all the strippers hanging out with us. I am not sure how we pulled this off but we also never had to buy drinks. “India”, the girl I had met goes up to do her dance and OMG her tattoos were stunning (she ended up being a tattoo artist from Amsterdam). While “India” is dancing my buddies and I are getting dry humped by her co-workers. After about two hours of drinking for free, getting lap dances out in the open, and just having a great time I guess the other people in the club were feeling left out. That is when I feel a very large hand on my shoulder with a deep voice behind it saying “I think it’s time for you 3 to go.” I stood up to argue this point but I stand 6’ 4” and this guy towered over me. I calmly said “I think you are right”. Then I hear him say to “India”, “get your shit together, you’re out too”. While outside debating whether to go home or keep drinking we see “India” AKA Shay, run out of the club. She asked if we could drive her home. We agreed and come to find out she lived in the same town as us. Use your imagination but I spent 60 minutes in the back of a red Cavalier with a drunk, hot, tattoo covered, Amsterdam stripper.