Chapter 4: Jennifer“It’s the way you look at me.”
No history of unsuccessful bisexual romances would be complete without falling in love with a stripper. Okay, maybe it would be for some people, but not for me.
In March of 2003, my existence was a living hell. I’d left my wife of seven years right after the holidays but, due to financial circumstances, we were still co-habitating. My ex-wife was dating by then and, ironically, her new girlfriend and I hit it off. Both during and after our marriage, my ex and I remained sort of friends, mostly because we were bonded by our mutual love of drugs and alcohol. Myself, the ex, and the ex’s new partner (all truly gay, by the way) also had many mutual friends, as is often the case in any small lesbian community, so the three of us spent time tog
