Last night was S birthday….Happy Birthday S.
After the ladies dropped me off, I got an invitation from the one whom we do not speak off. He is throwing a bachelor party on Friday and wanted me to go with him to choose the entertainment for the night. I was properly offended for a minute, and then realizing that I had never been to such clubs before thought it would be a good cultural experience. Here are my observations:
These women are perfect. And they can rum roll their body like chicks from Cirque de Solei. Amazing stuff, I totally get the male fascination. None of them had any cellulite.
Apparently they all buy the same string black thong in bulk. It was like their uniform.
There were some good looking men. Are strip joints the new library? (Just a joke, no need to get your panties in a twist)
The girls were charging $400 an hour for their services at the bachelor party. My CEO doesn’t make $400 an hour. Perhaps the real reason woman don’t like strip clubs is because it offends us that we’re doing all that stuff for free, and apparently we could use some practice. (Yes Yes we are morally superior and all that or so we think.)
When it comes down to it, a strip club is manly business, and a woman has no need to be there for the festivities. I got no jollies watching my non man staring intently at these gorgeous naked women. Not so perfect body withstanding, I want my man to always be staring intently at me, and if he needs to stare intently at someone else, he should do it on his own time. God invented secrets for a reason.
I expected more flare from the shows. Secretly I was a little disappointed by the whole thing. People were barely clapping.
Cue: I'm in Love with A Dancer