Rules for Women and Men!
I went to my first strip club with a group of gay women when I was only 19 and have been to several since. Yet I generally feel some sort of discomfort when I first step into the club doors. Although I have never considered myself to be bi-sexual, I am fairly bi-flexible and can fully appreciate and become aroused with multiple naked women sashaying around in front of me, so perhaps I’m just a little shy. My personal preference for women are the petite girls with a boyish charm, flatter chests and who are able to be more submissive in bed, probably not what is considered to be the average dancer
I am always a little unsure of how to act, as I’m accustomed to more of an open-door policy in my line of work and I fear that I will either be exploiting a dancer in that way or that I will come off as an attention seeker who just wants to put on a girl on girl show for my date (which I do, but prefer to do in private).
Today when I came across this article about strip club etiquette and I wanted to pass it along to everyone. I realize that a lot of this is common knowledge to those of you who are frequent patrons of the clubs, but for gals like me, it helps to enforce a good framework for me!
February 18, 2010 at 4:50 am
I seem to have a knack for picking-up men in bars. When I first started practicing this skill in college I was quite impressed with myself. The more I flirted, the more I realized that picking up men for sex was about as challenging as bumper bowling. It was at this point that I stopped feeling the need to brag.
Several of my trusted male friends and clients suggested that I pick-up my own copy of Neil Strauss’s The Game. After a lukewarm session with a new gentleman, I threw on a dress and decided to take action. Strolling into my local Barnes&Nobel on a Tuesday evening I was surprised at how many others were in the mood to do a little book shopping of their own. Pushing my way through the sea of children and 30 somethings in suits, I was still unable to find a section that looked remotely useful for the 20-something player like myself.
After being trampled on my way over to the fiction essays, where I had planned to escape the chaos, the intercom announced that a book-signing was taking place upstairs. The sea of stunning women and serious looking 30 something men in suits suddenly made their way up the escalators as I spied a banner promoting the appearance of the author of Love Survivor.* I thought to myself that it must be one hell of an exciting love story to bring out the sexiest bibliophiles in all of Austin.
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December 14, 2007 at 12:26 am
