I was home over the weekend for Mother's Day, and hit an area strip club with an ex. It was perhaps the single most depressing strip clubbing experience of my life.
The dancers were all, and I mean ALL, really sullen and depressed-looking, even the hot ones. We couldn't find someone to give us dances, even though we made it clear we were prepared to spend a few hundred bucks. We left spending only the cover, one-drink minimum and a few dollars tossed onstage to the girls joylessly gyrating to mind-numbing techno.
It was so bad that I actually thought to myself "If I had to go back to this I would fucking kill myself". Most of the time when I've gone to clubs since retiring, I've missed at the very least being on stage, (the custy's not so much) but this weekend I just wanted to get out of there. And this is supposed to be one of the best area clubs!
Any other ex-dancers had similar experiences? Or has anyone else just ever been really psyched to go to a club and just had it be majorly anticlimactic and just plain sucky?



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