A Soupy Sexpose – Gentleman’s Club vs. Male Revue
Maybe it’s because they only go to strip clubs like twice (maybe three times) in their lifetime, that we husbands (boyfriends, lesbian life partners) usually greet their, “I have to go to the strip club for So-and-so’s bachelorette party (the lady in the cubicle next to mine’s retirement party, et al.),” with a disinterested “Have a good time.”
* WARNING * WARNING * FUCKING WARNING *
Strip clubs for women are different than strip clubs for men. Way different. Some of you guys are already very painfully aware of this difference. This post is for the rest of you. Here is a typical conversation among men leaving a traditional Gentleman’s Club:
GUY 1: Did you see the way she was looking at me? I think she might like me.
GUY 2: Oh yea, I’m sure she’s smitten.
GUY 1: I’m serious, she was totally flirting with me. I think if we met at a regular bar she would probably go out with me. She didn’t even charge me for the full song on the second lap dance.
GUY 2: I stand corrected then.
I know most women can’t even imagine their men reading that much into their own relationships, but it happens. Now here is a conversation between three women leaving a Male Revue after a bachelorette party. See if you can notice the difference:
WOMAN 1: Oh my god! I can’t believe Melanie gave that guy a blowjob.
WOMAN 2: I know, I only jerked one of them off.
WOMAN 3: I think the black one fucked Aunt Doris in the ass.
Did you see it? Did you catch the subtle difference between the men’s experience versus the women’s? I would even go so far as to say that most of the trouble that men get in with their significant others over going to strip clubs stems from the idea that women assume that what happens with the male dancers also happens with the female ones.
Don’t think that I’m saying that women are dirtier or raunchier than men. They may very well be, but that’s not what I’m saying. In fact, it seems most likely the opposite. Consider that a woman could enter the exciting world of exotic dancing with the following mindset: “You mean horny guys will pay me lots of money to dance in front of them, and no one is allowed to touch me?” Meanwhile, a male stripper’s thought process could go a little more like this: “You mean I can dance in front of horny women, and they will play with my dick, probably blow me, possibly let me fuck them, and they’ll give me lots of money too? Where do I sign?”
I’m just saying, be careful when your wife tells you she HAS to go to the strip club for her best friend’s 40th birthday party.