Two Guys, A Girl and a Strip Club
This past Saturday I met up with one of my good friends and his roommate for some birthday fun. Our night got under way around 6 where we had some pre-game "spirits" at their place. Next on the agenda was dinner at Wink in Nod in the South End section of Boston. And to top off the whole evening we planned on hitting a strip club.
Now I know what you're thinking. There's no way in hell that it was my idea to go to a strip club but you would be wrong. I realize it's not everyone's cup of tea so I would never force someone to go who didn't want to. But I find that they can be really fun and quite entertaining depending on who you go with. In my case, two, hot twenty somethings in their prime. Not a bad way to spend a Saturday night now is it?
To be fair I've been to my share of strip clubs over the years. And while I've gone with men in the past I soon discovered that neither one of them had ever gone to a strip club with a woman.
You see most men like the "idea" of going to a strip club with a woman. Sometimes it makes for great foreplay with your significant other while others use it to see if their women might be open to the possibility of every guys' ultimate fantasy - the threesome! But most men rarely get the chance to do so and if the opportunity does happen to present itself it somehow always seems to end on a sour note.
Case in point, the couple I saw fighting in the parking lot later that night, the woman screaming in a fit of jealous rage. I wanted to walk up to her and say, "ummm you do realize that you're a STRIP CLUB right?" And "Why do you seem so caught off guard by the fact that your man is enjoying staring at NAKED WOMEN!"
Now it has been my experience that you might see a woman enjoying the show once in great while however on this particular evening I was pleasantly surprised to see several groups of women inside having drinks, laughing and enjoying themselves just as much as some of the men.
Once inside we grabbed an open table, ordered some beverages and settled in for what would prove to be a very fun and educational evening.
At one point I leaned over and asked my friend if he was uncomfortable. After all, there we were sitting elbow to elbow watching naked women gyrate on a stage. And surprisingly he wasn't. Not even a little.
We've known one another for almost a year now. Over the past few months our relationship has gotten to the point where no topic seems to be off limits. I'm a very open-minded person as is he so going to a strip club together didn't seem like a big deal.
Jokingly he added that after tonight we may as well erase any lines that may have existed between us the moment we stepped into that club.
I also asked him if he had ever wanted to go to a strip club with a woman. His answer surprised me when he said he had never really thought about it before. Plus the few women he did know would never go anyway. Yup, sounds about right to me.
Some time later they wanted to move a little closer to the action so we moved to the seats right up against the stage. I'm more of an observer from afar, although a few years ago I was motor-boated by a stripper out in Cali, but for some reason I was feeling particularly generous that night so I happily obliged. And while the sight of naked women dancing about can be entertaining, it was far more amusing to watch my friend watching the strippers.
As I was sitting there I started taking stock of the crowd. Not to be stereotypical but it was pretty much made up of your usual cast of characters; middle-aged, overweight men with that glossed over expression permanently tattooed on their faces. Then again I had two of the best looking guys in the place with me but that's besides the point.
But what struck me wasn't the people themselves but the expressions on their faces. Mostly because they seemed so unhappy, even frightened at times. YIKES! Even some of the strippers reminded me of those retail workers who hate their jobs and aren't afraid to let everyone know it. Not comparing retail jobs to stripping but I think you get my point.
I actually learned a lot about my friend that night. Granted I was asking him a lot of questions out of curiosity but he was also offering up some insight into his likes, dislikes, what turns him on, what turns him off etc. He told me he liked women who were fit but not too thin. Curves seem to be a big selling point as was a nice smile and an easy going personality. A little makeup is fine but heavy makeup is never OK. And at one point during dinner he didn't even hesitate to point out the woman sitting across from us with glitter all over her face which he was immediately turned off by. One the flip side though his roommate mentioned that if a woman wouldn't let him see her without makeup that it also would be considered a turn off. I heard the words "exotic" and "proportionate" used several times both at dinner and at the club to which I pressed for further explanation as everyone's definition can be different. (lots of insight ladies, lots of insight indeed)
I have to admit that if you had told me when we first met that we'd end up at a strip club a year later I would have laughed in your face. No seriously. You can actually read about our first impressions of one another here and here).
And just in case you were curious (because I know you are) none of us got a lap dance. But that isn't to say that there won't be plenty of lap dances to be had in the future.
Life is all about a series of experiences. And this one will definitely be one for the books.