I've been with a few. I treated them the same way I'd treat any other girl, and I tried to put what they did for a living out of my mind, although that was difficult.
The ones I dated varied as much as non-strippers did in terms of what they valued and liked doing.
One of them loved the beach, and that's where we spent a lot of time together.
Once, we went to a lake at a state park. She was wearing a thong and after one landscaper pulled up in a parking area about 50 yards away, a few others pulled up (the first must have called the others on the cell). A park ranger came over and asked my girlfriend to put on a pair of shorts, pointed to the trucks, and said, "See what you caused?"
It was quite hilarious.

(The park ranger looked like Peter Boyle with tits, by the way.)
More seriously, the ones I dated weren't the most stable people on earth, although two quit the biz, got married and are solid citizans now.