Well duh, solution is easy! Rather than have guys spend money on date activities that you can't bank, have them take that same money and 'pay' you for the date which can instead be in a hotel, his house or in the back seat of his 3 series.
What does it take for you to be embarrassed? I can imagine that after years of this that you would simply be fine with just about anything. Also, some people here like to sleep naked/be around the house naked/check this board naked, what is your take on this? Do you feel more comfortable in the nude or is it something you do only for work?
When you're out partying with friends, do you find yourself to be (for lack of a better term) sluttier than the rest, equally as slutty, less slutty? What I mean is that if things get a bit sexy-fun-time in nature at a party, are you leading the "free the boobs" charge, donning the chastity belt, or just sitting back and watching?
I get embarrassed when I say something stupid. But I think that's everyone. I'm not embarrassed by my body or anything it does, but some of the things that come out of my mouth make me blush. I love being naked, I think that's why I'm so good at my job. I hate snow because it's the only time I have to put socks on.
I'm slutty on the dance floor but my friends are a lot sluttier than me when it comes to actually going home with a guy and/or the way they act when they get hit on in a bar. I've occasionally worked a pole in my spare time.
No, but there was another girl who got asked to do that, and when she gave it a try, she almost pooped on him.
She's a fucking stripper not some sexual deviant. Show some respect. It was probably some Cuban Tapas restaurant staff.
To my roommate: First of all, you are a cunt face and I love you. Second of all, it was not the whole staff. It was two bartenders and some dish washers. I also did not have sex with any of them, I just wanted them to bring tequila (which they totally did) and wanted them to continue a party we were having at the restaurant. You were there when we brought them home. You did not stop me.
So wait. You really did bring home a troupe of Mexicans from your local Cantena? Did they all refer to you as their little "Taco Belle"?
God almighty, if everybody doesn't believe this screen play is fucking 80% written, then I don't know what movies you like.
It wasn't a troupe, it was like 5 or 6 guys to the apartment for an after-hours party. The Mexican restaurant was closing and we were having a good time with the staff. It wasn't all my idea either, there was a group of us, including my roommate, another girl we lived with at the time, my sister who was visiting for the weekend, and a few other friends.