(January 5, 2015 at 5:44 pm)Stimbo Wrote: Probably not even accidentally relevant, given how pathologically single I am, but I visited a titty bar in Blackpool last year after being slung out of a pub (long story). Anyway, I forget how much it cost me but one nice lady in there started doing her thang, a private show sort of thing. It was nice, the first hint of intimacy I'd had in like forever, but it felt artificial and I asked her to stop. We had a nice little chat over a drink afterwards.
You too?!
Oh fuck, thank the (blank) I'm not the only one.
What's that, some might ask? "Elegy? You don't like strip clubs?!"
I do not. I can see the appeal, definitely. But do I get turned on by it? Surprisingly not. As you said; it feels too artificial, because I KNOW it's artificial. I'm paying for it. I accomplished nothing of my own, nothing of my personality or appearance or anything other than spending my money. Worse, a lot of the time, they're all strung out on meth or crack, so then I get the guilt trip over probably enabling those habits. How can I tell they're strung out? The teeth. That's all it takes. Or, if it's Evil, the track marks.
Plus the, uh... The company of the crowd is rarely ever pleasant. Seriously, sandpaper wouldn't be enough to dry the drool on the tongues of a lot of the guys. And the guys themselves clearly aren't gonna get to see a naked girl without paying for it or seeing it on a computer or TV screen, either... Which, well, I guess that's the point.
