azcustomer
01-30-2006, 12:52 AM
My first ATF!
All right gents, let’s hear from you about your first ATF (All Time Fav) story.
As usual, I’ll apologize up front for being verbose (I’ll do it, myyyyy wayyyy!!)
My first ATF was the first decent gal I met in a SC during a really bad time in my life.
I was going through a bad, bad, divorce from a wicked, wicked, gal. No joke, this gal was worse than Sharon Stone’s character in Casino.
She threw a fit calling me “cheap” when I told her she had to wait for at least 1-2 anniversaries before I gave her the really expensive multi-karat band addition to the flawless rock wedding ring which got me in the shit with my boss after his wife saw it.
She threw a two week tantrum when I wasn’t “excited” about her “buying a car on her own”. Which meant that she picked it out and successfully financed it on my credit.
Gave her 15 year old daughter pointers on giving a blow job. While techincially my step-daughter, I bought the car and paid for everything, I had no vote on anything under my roof.
A couple of years later, when I refused to let the drop-out, jobless boyfriend move in with us, she serves me with papers and pulls the old, restraining order kick-me-out of the house trick. (Gents, I later found out that in 80% of bad divorces, the gals learn from others the trick to get you escorted out of your house by the police for doing absolutely nothing – be warned.) Oh yea – my neighbor called me the next day to let me know she had a moving van in front of the house to take every last thing out of the house, which she later claimed to have “sold” to pay for her attorney fees, which of course I paid for. OMFG
ANYWAY…(excuse the rant for venting purposes, let me get back to the fun stuff)
While I had only been to one strip club prior to my divorce (thanks, Jarhead, for the First Time thread: http://www.stripperweb.com/forum/showthread.php?t=60974 ), my best friend brother reintroduced me to them in an effort to bring me back to living and got me hooked: http://www.stripperweb.com/forum/showthread.php?t=61468
To briefly reiterate, my ex-wife was absolutely bat-shit about my never going to a strip club. Hey, at the time I was a pretty naïve guy who couldn’t enjoy the atmosphere (if you care for alliteration, see Jarhead’s First Time thread), so at first I didn’t mind. But she always brought it up as a really important issue in our relationship and I started to get pissed about having to promise not to do something that I never even thought about without her bringing it up.
So what does this have to do with my first ATF? A little patience please…
If descriptions of my ex’s behavior while married in bullet points 1-4 sounded moderately uncomfortable to any of you before – you know like a hang-nail or something – during the divorce – she became a cross between a cracked ribcage and vise-gripped nut-sack. I felt like I couldn’t breathe and wanted to die. With many thanks to some real therapy, my best friend brother reintroducing me to strip clubs, \ I started to come around. Again, if you care for alliteration, check my previous post: What got you hooked to SC’s? http://www.stripperweb.com/forum/showthread.php?t=61468
Set-up – what brought me to the club….
So here’s this weenie guy going through a tough divorce – it’s Friday afternoon and I just can’t bring myself to politely accept the offer from yet another understanding group of friends to go out while spending all my time answering detailed and uncomfortable questions about the details of the process. The college interns in the office are bragging about their latest SC/dance club endeavors (ok, lying). I remember that the Laker game is televised and that club my Bro took me to had great TV’s. Hey , I’ll stock up on some serious cash, go to the club, and at lease enjoy the game!
I enter the club at 6:55pm. The gal taking the cover charge announces that I’ve saved $1 by getting there before 7pm. With everything I was going through at the time, this was the highlight of my week.
Now we’re all different people with different backgrounds, so please remember that I’m a severely repressed guy in a strip club for the 3rd time in his life who is basically afraid to sh*t of women at this time. I sit down, tip the beer waitress well and expect to just soak in the atmosphere.
It takes nearly an hour for me to start to unwind. 5-6 girls have stopped by to either give me the “wanna dance” or start up some fairly blasé chatter. I just wasn’t in the mood yet and my B-ball game was still in the first half.
All right gents, let’s hear from you about your first ATF (All Time Fav) story.
As usual, I’ll apologize up front for being verbose (I’ll do it, myyyyy wayyyy!!)
My first ATF was the first decent gal I met in a SC during a really bad time in my life.
I was going through a bad, bad, divorce from a wicked, wicked, gal. No joke, this gal was worse than Sharon Stone’s character in Casino.
She threw a fit calling me “cheap” when I told her she had to wait for at least 1-2 anniversaries before I gave her the really expensive multi-karat band addition to the flawless rock wedding ring which got me in the shit with my boss after his wife saw it.
She threw a two week tantrum when I wasn’t “excited” about her “buying a car on her own”. Which meant that she picked it out and successfully financed it on my credit.
Gave her 15 year old daughter pointers on giving a blow job. While techincially my step-daughter, I bought the car and paid for everything, I had no vote on anything under my roof.
A couple of years later, when I refused to let the drop-out, jobless boyfriend move in with us, she serves me with papers and pulls the old, restraining order kick-me-out of the house trick. (Gents, I later found out that in 80% of bad divorces, the gals learn from others the trick to get you escorted out of your house by the police for doing absolutely nothing – be warned.) Oh yea – my neighbor called me the next day to let me know she had a moving van in front of the house to take every last thing out of the house, which she later claimed to have “sold” to pay for her attorney fees, which of course I paid for. OMFG
ANYWAY…(excuse the rant for venting purposes, let me get back to the fun stuff)
While I had only been to one strip club prior to my divorce (thanks, Jarhead, for the First Time thread: http://www.stripperweb.com/forum/showthread.php?t=60974 ), my best friend brother reintroduced me to them in an effort to bring me back to living and got me hooked: http://www.stripperweb.com/forum/showthread.php?t=61468
To briefly reiterate, my ex-wife was absolutely bat-shit about my never going to a strip club. Hey, at the time I was a pretty naïve guy who couldn’t enjoy the atmosphere (if you care for alliteration, see Jarhead’s First Time thread), so at first I didn’t mind. But she always brought it up as a really important issue in our relationship and I started to get pissed about having to promise not to do something that I never even thought about without her bringing it up.
So what does this have to do with my first ATF? A little patience please…
If descriptions of my ex’s behavior while married in bullet points 1-4 sounded moderately uncomfortable to any of you before – you know like a hang-nail or something – during the divorce – she became a cross between a cracked ribcage and vise-gripped nut-sack. I felt like I couldn’t breathe and wanted to die. With many thanks to some real therapy, my best friend brother reintroducing me to strip clubs, \ I started to come around. Again, if you care for alliteration, check my previous post: What got you hooked to SC’s? http://www.stripperweb.com/forum/showthread.php?t=61468
Set-up – what brought me to the club….
So here’s this weenie guy going through a tough divorce – it’s Friday afternoon and I just can’t bring myself to politely accept the offer from yet another understanding group of friends to go out while spending all my time answering detailed and uncomfortable questions about the details of the process. The college interns in the office are bragging about their latest SC/dance club endeavors (ok, lying). I remember that the Laker game is televised and that club my Bro took me to had great TV’s. Hey , I’ll stock up on some serious cash, go to the club, and at lease enjoy the game!
I enter the club at 6:55pm. The gal taking the cover charge announces that I’ve saved $1 by getting there before 7pm. With everything I was going through at the time, this was the highlight of my week.
Now we’re all different people with different backgrounds, so please remember that I’m a severely repressed guy in a strip club for the 3rd time in his life who is basically afraid to sh*t of women at this time. I sit down, tip the beer waitress well and expect to just soak in the atmosphere.
It takes nearly an hour for me to start to unwind. 5-6 girls have stopped by to either give me the “wanna dance” or start up some fairly blasé chatter. I just wasn’t in the mood yet and my B-ball game was still in the first half.