While being an exotic dancer, you meet all kinds of people. You date all kinds of people. I remember I once dated this struggling actor who was in a few independent films, and he was the cockiest and arrogant person you could have ever met. True, he was freaking gorgeous and, true, he was good in bed, but after about three months of dealing with his BS, I finally just decided to dump him. Which he didn't like one bit. He actually started to threaten me, and show up at the club and do inappropriate things, so I had to get a restraining order.