The perfect night out at a strip club has changed from the days when I went as a young man with friends to the older, more established men I am now. I never really enjoyed goikng to strip clubs until I turned 21 and could go to the full nude, alcohol encouraged shes of rural America. You can get away with a lot more in that environment.
Back in the day, the strip club meant an escape and a chance for distinctive male bonding. The laugter and drinking required us to enjoy the clubs in moderation. We would enjoy a few lapdances and then move behind the curtain for a mild gropefest. In our younger days, we even convinced a few to come party with us after the club closed. Nothing too crazy but a good time nonetheless. Having less money than I do now, I tried to tip the girls a few dollars and get as many hoots and hollers from the boys for dropping a dollor in a tight g-string. At that time, this experience felt like the perfect night out.
As I have gotten older, and gotten bolder, I see the strip club now as a place for fantasy and where all my dreams can come true. The women are hotter, and I am wealthier, which leads to a number of chance encounters I would not have dreamed of as a young man. The perfect night out has changed from loud party going to a time to imagine that anything is possible in this environment. I can't wait for my next trip to the club. I will be wearing my best outfit, loaded with money in my pocket, a cool sense of confidence in my eye and a horny streak in my soul.


I see this as a trade-off. Generally, men are richer as we become older. But the perfect combination should be young and rich. If we could be richer when young, that's the best.