Strip clubs and strippers
Discussion
I had drafted a response in the stag do’s thread but I think the subject is worthy of its own.
One thing I absolutely hate, and frequently seems to be the goal of stag do’s are strip clubs. And strippers themselves for that fact.
I cannot see the point of having some woman try to wind me up knowing it won’t result in shag. And if i could, as I’m sure you can, I wouldn’t want to, for all the obvious reasons - cheating/STI risk/etc etc I’ve had one divorce already, I really don’t want another.
Drinks are steeply prices and the staff are there to extract as much cash as they can. And to do this with another fella sat next to you getting the same inane treatment. Do you high five mid way through?
Happy to be corrected if I’m way off or have missed something. Expecting the usual homo/pussy/pussy on pedestal/something something responses.
One thing I absolutely hate, and frequently seems to be the goal of stag do’s are strip clubs. And strippers themselves for that fact.
I cannot see the point of having some woman try to wind me up knowing it won’t result in shag. And if i could, as I’m sure you can, I wouldn’t want to, for all the obvious reasons - cheating/STI risk/etc etc I’ve had one divorce already, I really don’t want another.
Drinks are steeply prices and the staff are there to extract as much cash as they can. And to do this with another fella sat next to you getting the same inane treatment. Do you high five mid way through?
Happy to be corrected if I’m way off or have missed something. Expecting the usual homo/pussy/pussy on pedestal/something something responses.
Look at it another way. At the end of an evening with some friends, it's nice to arrive at a club where as a group of blokes you are invited in. You are shown to 'your' table for the night and introduced to your waitress. There's some background entertainment going on in the form of a scantily clad woman on the stage.
Occasionally a woman will join you for a chat and a bit of a flirt. She's doing some low-level selling of some extras, but you both know 100% where you stand.
Occasionally a woman will join you for a chat and a bit of a flirt. She's doing some low-level selling of some extras, but you both know 100% where you stand.
Struggling to leave a darkened room you voluntarily entered, being endlessly led on with promises of action which evaporate as quickly as your hard earned cash, ultimately leaving you feeling empty and exhausted with nothing to show for it at the end of it all?
Sounds like good practice for the Stag to me
Sounds like good practice for the Stag to me
I think that women are the greatest thing since sliced bread, but I wouldn’t willingly go into a strip club, or pub, although I went into an all nude bar in Florida, with the husband of my best friend once.
She and he had flown down to Florida from New York, so she could be my witness when I married at a local County Court House.
I’d picked them up at Tampa airport, and he’d seen this bar as we approached the house I’d rented, “Great place for a bachelor party Frankie boy”, he’d said.
My wife to be and my friend went bar hopping along U.S. 19, and I took John to the tit*y bar, as it seemed to be the American thing to do.
Back home I’d never go near one, not that I don’t love t and a, but the very idea that some poor girl is taking her clothes off, and looking at me as some pathetic loser, whose only chance of seeing a pair of t*ts, is to pay strip bar prices, would make me want to throw up in shame.
The yank girls maybe felt the same way, but at least that was a one off, I’d no intention of going back there.
She and he had flown down to Florida from New York, so she could be my witness when I married at a local County Court House.
I’d picked them up at Tampa airport, and he’d seen this bar as we approached the house I’d rented, “Great place for a bachelor party Frankie boy”, he’d said.
My wife to be and my friend went bar hopping along U.S. 19, and I took John to the tit*y bar, as it seemed to be the American thing to do.
Back home I’d never go near one, not that I don’t love t and a, but the very idea that some poor girl is taking her clothes off, and looking at me as some pathetic loser, whose only chance of seeing a pair of t*ts, is to pay strip bar prices, would make me want to throw up in shame.
The yank girls maybe felt the same way, but at least that was a one off, I’d no intention of going back there.
Would you go to a boxing match and complain you didn't get hit? Or visit an art gallery and complain you didn't get to use crayons to make your own picture?
Some things are just for entertainment. If you don't like it, don't go.
I've enjoyed the couple of times I've been (a long time ago I might add) but also had the benefit that someone else was picking up the cheque.
Some things are just for entertainment. If you don't like it, don't go.
I've enjoyed the couple of times I've been (a long time ago I might add) but also had the benefit that someone else was picking up the cheque.
toasty said:
Would you go to a boxing match and complain you didn't get hit? Or visit an art gallery and complain you didn't get to use crayons to make your own picture?
Some things are just for entertainment. If you don't like it, don't go.
I've enjoyed the couple of times I've been (a long time ago I might add) but also had the benefit that someone else was picking up the cheque.
Some things are just for entertainment. If you don't like it, don't go.
I've enjoyed the couple of times I've been (a long time ago I might add) but also had the benefit that someone else was picking up the cheque.
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