I grow tired by people who look to the solution to do the work of fixing their problems instead of fixing their problems with the solution.
I started Clubbing out of depression, mental block, lonelyness, and an all around feeling of being dead-ended in life currently as it stood. Not to depress and without getting too personal, at a young age in my life I've completed more than people twice my age, at least in my opinion, and I've busted my ass to get here. When it hit me with what I turned away from to start my businesses and how I literally felt unmotivated by this feeling of being dead-ended I made a decision to say "what the hell, do something I've made a concious effort not to do." One of those decisions was going to OZ in Largo. 5 hours and over $900.00 poorer, I left for the first time since I was 18 music blaring happy and care free and completely inspired. COMPLETELY inspired. I didn't care about any other problems, all I cared about was the fact that I spent 5 hours talking to equally interesting females, getting a fav, and talking about things I wanted to talk about and have someone be interested. It was worth it. Am I a PL? probably, but I know I am. And I feel I am that way by description only, its what I want to be. I was in all instances heart broken and lonely. Not for love, or sex, but simply for conversation on any topics, between drinks, with light touching, and a form of intimacy I hadn't felt for a long time.
I find myself respect FBR's, Yoda's, and Zena's posts more and more and at the sake of being long winded which I will most likely ignore, let me explain what the sincere visit to a strip club did to me just by inspiring me. Nothing illigal, nothing that made me say 'I need to force feed this dancer my personal information'
It made me feel interesting, and not just because I am young and own a buisiness.
Honestly, I'll pay $20/song to hear a dancer tell me all about astrology and what facinates her about it, while drawing a parallel to Transformers or Family Guy.
I felt confident when I left, I felt attractive, I felt empowered, and I felt motivated. I picked up my guitar and started playing again, I started drawing again and animating, and mainly started feeling like I deserved to enjoy myself.
Can I say a strip club has the power to do this to everyone? Fuck no. 90% of the people reading this are probably going to O.o it. But its what I needed at the right time. I refuse to be ashamed of it.
I believe these people perform a service, and do so simply by giving you your money's worth, and I don't mean extras. I've always said, the Private dance doesn't start in the Private room. For me its all about everything leading up to it. Which is why I tip just on conversations. That $20.00 or whatever is paying for their time, and within the rules, you can do whatever you want with it.
Its been months now and I still am motivated and am very happy with my new hobbie. Its meeting new people every visit and having an oppertunity for a closer connection than meeting someone at a bar, yet being cut off before getting to meet outside the bar. I respect this very much. And to all the dancers on this board, an advanced Thank you!
Everyone Dogs Ybor Strip so bad, but I went <without prior knowledge> and met a girl named Anastasia, who I spent tunz of money on, and we did nothing illegal other than chat about Star Wars Episode III, Comics, Cartoons, Life and everything else. I'm young, and the people at the Yacht Club I frequent give a rats ass about Star Wars, hell the client I was blowing a meeting off on with Anastasia made fun of me for my Autobot shirt. No big deal, but I love these things, among other things, and it was nice to sit and talk about that, I hate talking buisiness all the time. We where in the private room, and I told her 'I garauntee I can do something to you back here that you have never had done to you before here.' Now she trusted me enough <plus> due to our prior conversations and unpressured dances to give me carte blanche, that and I knew her rules, so she said 'I trust ya so ok' and I blew raspberries on her hot tummy. She laughed histerically for like 10 mins straight, she couldn't leave the private rooms cause she was laughing and she wouldn't take my money for the like 4 songs she stayed through.
When I left I felt like the man. If it was a 100% lie, I'd pay for it everytime. Its what I want, and I got it. I felt great and I believe I made someone else feel good too. I never ONCE thought about the $400 or so I didn't have. I've spent more on dinner's impressing clients.
So since proofreading in my opinion is an open door to lying, I'm going to post this before I think twice. Please don't hang me on the Stripper-Pole-Cross for this!
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Mast Out.
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> But in a way I look at it as a date for the evening. Like I said, I enjoy the whole deal, not just the dances. I prefer dancers like you that reciprocate that. And you can tell when they aren't, It makes for a weird eerie silence.
I wanna party with u. 
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