I’m sure this is not likely to be a common complaint, but thought I might seek out some opinions nonetheless…
I had a big night out on the weekend, went to my local club with some friends (and hit another one briefly at the end of the night with those who were still awake), spent about $1,300 all up and had a really good time. But at the end of the night I came to a horrible realisation – I am thoroughly jaded when it comes to strip clubs. They just don’t hold the interest that they used to anymore.
I should precede this by saying that it’s not overexposure. I’ll go out to the club at most once a quarter.
First club we went to (same one we always go to) we had the kind of experience that is most people’s idea of the perfect strip club experience. It’s like “Cheers” in there with naked women, despite the fact that we don’t go in very often. We walked in just after opening, were shown to our ‘regular’ table, sought out our favourite waitress and gave her a big initial tip to take care of us throughout the night (Incidentally guys, I highly recommend this. It means that the quiet old guy on his own ends up being seated on the table next to you instead of the rowdy college guys. That, and if you ask her to grab a particular girl for you and she’s busy, she’ll still remember ¾ of an hour later when said girl finally walks out of VIP). Within about 10mins three of the girls rocked over to say hi and shoot the shit for a while at the start of their shifts (don’t ask me why we’re so well known, we’re not huge spenders– only drop an average of about $200-300 each usually. Some spend less, some more, but that’s what it works out to).
Over the course of the night we were the table to be at. We got good and friendly service from the waitresses; the dancers were hanging around both because we were spending a lot of money and because if they wanted to take a break they knew that they could hang with us for a while and not have to be ‘on’ – it’s all good. I probably spent a couple of hours getting dances in VIP, but mostly hung out at the table with my mates. It was during those couple of hours (and while getting table dances out in the main area) that it really hit home. I just wasn’t that interested anymore. I took the seat facing away from the stage; when the other guys were getting table dances I shifted my seat so that I could continue my conversation with those who weren’t paying attention either; hell, even out the back in VIP, there just wasn’t that sense of titillation that I remember so fondly from my first couple of years going to the club.
Don’t get me wrong - I want that. I want to be turned on. Not physically (I can count the number of times that’s happened on my fingers) but at all. I mean I’m sitting there on a comfy chair getting a high quality lap dance from a beautiful, personable girl who I quite like and…nothing (and with the exception of a newbie I didn’t know who I gave a shot, all these girls are good). I appreciated them physically - but in an aesthetic way, I enjoyed the dances – but dispassionately, appreciating the technique.
This. Sucks.![]()
The second club I hit with the few left standing at the end of the night. We’d never been there before, but one of SW’s own was dancing there so I decided to head the 50m down the street. In retrospect, we should have gone there earlier, as by the time we got there I had been out (and drinking conservatively but steadily) for the last 10 hours. Lo and behold, I actually had fun. She got the first physical reaction out of me in about 5 years (only for about 30secs, but that’s more than anyone else has managed). Unfortunately I had to leave as I had hit the fatigue point of being really rude and yawning in her face. But even then, as drunk and as tired as I was, I still found myself appreciating (and giving mental kudos for) the way that she played the game (e.g. the timing/smoothness of the ‘time’s up’ pronouncement).
“Ignorance is bliss” – never a truer thing was said. I got over the whole, “wow, naked women” factor in the first year. I’ve spent so much time hanging out with dancers that I just can’t put myself in that ‘fantasy zone’ anymore.
I don't wanna be bored with this.
Help me.


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