I have been afraid to go back after a very unfortunate experience...
I was in college and I had never been to a strip club. Of course, I was in Bible College, so going to a strip club was a bad thing, but I was driving some distance one day and passed one on the side of the road...
Being a strip club "virgin" I didn't notice the "red flags" surrounding the place:
- It was the middle of the day when the school bus drivers are working their strip shifts
- The only cars in the lot were trucks - and none newer than circa 1956
- The sign outside said "no cover charge"
I didn't stop on the first pass... I talked myself out of it, but it stuck with me... I ran my errands and tried to be a "good boy" but on the way back, I was overcome with curiosity...
I mean - I'm a guy, right? I am certainly free to satisfy my curiosity, wasn't I? Just stop for a second, look around, and then leave...
No big deal...
I walked through the front door and immediately was hit with a blush that made my face burn. I kept my eyes on the floor as I made a bee-line to the restroom. I did my business and - ashamed of myself - decided I was just going to leave...
But as I was walking as quickly as I could, I decided, "hey - it isn't going to kill you to take a look." Besides - if I didn't, it would eat at me...
So I looked...
And what I saw, I still wake up in a cold sweat over...
There on stage, writhing about, looking every bit like a walrus trying to wrestle free of a fisherman's net, was the most loathsome bit of chick-flesh I have ever laid eyes on.
Toothless old men waved their social security checks at her as if they were trying to help her ward off flies...
"Do you need a drink, buddy?" the bartender asked as I zipped past...
"Yes," I said, not stopping. "Yes, I do..."
A single woman that we are in serious flirt mode with has asked us to go with her and I suppose I will break down. But if I never go to another strip club after that experience, it will be fine with me
Spoomonkey