All too often, a random blue will come on here and whine about being taken advantage of or conned. Then he invariably goes on to questioning the character and humanity of the girl who purportedly wronged him. But what I think we often forget is how much we, as blues, contribute to the supposed loss of humanity and otherwise predatory nature of strip clubs.
In the first two weeks of December, I had 3 different strippers crying on or to me, each because of her interaction with me.
The first was a girl who I used to take OTC, but will not take out any longer for performance reasons that I will not elaborate on. She ended up being escorted out of the club when the manager saw her harassing me for the better part of an hour (not at my request). The second was a girl who was crying after we were finished in my hotel room because she did not want me or anyone else to think that this is the type of girl that she is (oddly this was her third or fourth time out with me). The third was a girl who agreed to go OTC, but was torn because she couldn't go through with it even though she really needed the money.
Now to get some of the obvious out of the way, none of these three do this as a matter of course. Suffice it to say that I'm a long time regular at their clubs and know the landscape about as well as any customer can. The first two did so because I caught them at the right time - they are both mothers and need extra stuff at certain times of year for their kids. The third is in the same boat and was facing a holiday without Xmas presents for her kids. Now maybe pity hustling was part of the angle for at least the third one, but I know for a fact that her need was real enough.
The worst part though is that, in the moment, all I could think about is how all of this crying was dampening my fun buzz. I wasn't angry, but rather just cold. Over the years, I have also found myself getting ever better at assessing and even manipulating OTC targets through quiet kindness, even as that kindness was only surface deep.
Seriously now, if it wasn't for the latent guilt that I am starting to feel after having 3 different girls crying on me in a two week stretch, I'd start to wonder if I was becoming a sociopath. But the sad reality is that it took something like this to even make me think about this stuff at all. I have since stayed out of the clubs for the last couple of weeks while I sort it out. I am not inclined to feel guilty about what two grown adults agree to with each other, but three crying ladies in two weeks...
Does anyone else question whether long-term strip club attendance is affecting your humanity at all? Is it making anyone a bit colder or harder than you used to be?