Club Fatigue
rickdugan
Verified and Certifiable Super-Reviewer
Even the wilder stories told by dancers don't phase me anymore. I have heard enough stories about babies, baby daddy drama, prison stints (dancer and baby daddy), child custody issues, drugs, abusive relationships, etc., to last me lifetime I've even had a couple of girls share stories about being sexually abused as children. At a certain point in the game, these stories have turned from being fascinating to simply depressing.
The fatigue issue that I am experiencing even applies to my OTC adventures, of which there are many in any given year. Same little song and dance to get to that point, same types of hotel meet-up procedures, same general experiences, etc. It has come to the point that when I score at a club or successfully arrange takeout, it is almost anti-climactic. It is almost as if the chase is better than the catch, but even that has lost its thrill.
My clubbing is largely road-based, but the fatigue has now even extended into one of my local clubs. Over the past couple of years, I gave the whole fav/regular gig a test run and I am equally tired of that dynamic. The drama and ownership issues got ridiculous at times, particularly a couple of years back when I made the mistake of becoming a serious contributor to a dancer's income for a time. Now I admittedly had a lot of fun ITC and OTC with her and another girl who took her place in my lineup when she retired, but it was just not worth the hassles.
Now every once in a while there will be something fun or unique that will throw a little excitement into this mix. I have taken a couple of girls out to other clubs, which was fun. I have also had some OTC adventures involving dinner and other entertainment BEFORE the hotel finishes, most of which I have also enjoyed. There was even one girl last year who decided she wanted a dip in the hotel pool at midnight. But these are exceptions to the norm and most of my experiences are more plain vanilla.
I am becoming tired of most of the games and other bullshit associated with clubbing, yet continue to feel drawn to clubs as my primary form of entertainment. It is a Catch 22 indeed.
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I would suggest one of the following extremes:
1. Massage Parlors. No gimmicks and no drama. You go in, pay, get a girl, follow her to a room, she spends the time pampering you. No small talk if you don't want it, no ownership issues, etc.
2. On line dating at one of the more casual-encounter rather than find-a-soulmate sites. Lots of the unexpected, sometime not in a good way unexpected, but not routine.
I hit the clubs pretty hard and furious when I discovered them during my brief retirement. Getting back in business curtailed my clubbing. I still visit clubs but not so frequently as in the past. Many times I am just going through the motions as you seem to describe. Occasionally, my propensity for over-consumption of alcohol results in an 'off the hook' episode as in Vancouver two weeks ago.
Like you, the clubs have the ability to keep enticing me back for more. After I succumb to the lure I usually leave, asking myself the simple question - 'Why am I doing this?'. Again like you, my greatest pleasure now is in my OTC excursions. In the last year I have two sweet holidays with a jolly girl from a Toronto area club.
I could have written your article virtually word for word from my own point of view.
Just be reassured that you are not the only tuscler dealing with the same club fatigue. My guess is that your business, family, and other interests are much more stimulating for you now.
Maybe it's because you're a freakin' middle aged white guy having non-existent fantasy relationships with girls a fraction of your age who have zero interest in you besides your money, and you have zero in common with, and if they weren't hot you wouldn't consider for a freakin' millisecond to spend time with them.
Strip clubs are not supposed to be real world relationships, dude. It's a bunch of girls doing a job, to make money.
Maybe that's why.
As the boredom intensified all he could to add any type of feeling was engage more and more in BBFS to up the risk so he could still get some kind of charge, but even that stopped working for him after a while.
What's the solution? Don't think there is one. Just has to realize that hookers only have so much to offer.
Now I don't know if rick is the kinda guy who can get laid without paying or not, but if he is I bet he looks to unpaid extra-marital affairs as his next source of supply/risk to provide him with what hookers cannot. If not, some other addiction will step in to take the place of the hookers.
@jerikson: I've been doing this for 15+ years, have fucked more strippers on a p4p basis than I can count and currently spend 80+ nights per year in clubs spread out all over the country. But thanks for educating me about what strip clubs are for and why strippers do what they do. ;)
@Fraudster: Or maybe the so-called "System" is simply so good that it is no longer a challenge. ;)
@mikeya: I hear you, but my life circumstances are what they are.
@minnow: I don't think that having posted some of this in the discussion area previously precludes a fuller version from being suitable as an article.
Seriously, though, I've been doing this for 30 years, and I still ain't tired of it. Admittedly, the last couple of years with what amounts to a sugar baby has been, and still is, a novelty, but even before that I wasn't in the position you seem to be in right now. Not sure how to explain that except to posit that maybe I really *am* shallow enough that all that sex with a variety of hot chicks is enough for me, where it isn't for you.
All that said, inno123's suggestion of a massage isn't necessarily a bad one. From my own recent experience, as detailed in my articles, it's an experience quite a bit different from the strip club scene. And if you're lucky enough to find somebody like I did, I can almost guarantee it won't be boring for at least a little while.
Good luck, dude.
In my neck of the woods, AMPs are readily available, they stay open late and take walk-ins. They are ok now and then, but I don't find myself drawn to them on a routine basis.
I think I may need to sit it out for a bit until I miss the clubs more.
Ignoring that sort of thing has become second nature, I guess. :)
As far as AMPs, are those the only massage outlets available, or the just the only ones that provide a happy ending? There are a number of other outlets around here, ranging from thinly veiled bordellos all the way up to completely legitimate, no illegal activity whatsoever, chain massage places. Most, however, fall somewhere in between, and lots of those provide so-called "standard" finishes.
As long as club managers think that customers are dumb clucks who will pay big dollars no matter what, dancers will not learn how to be entertaining. Many dancers have no real social skills and know nothing about avoiding depressing topics. And so it goes.
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Maybe you should give up strip clubs and give church a shot?
LMAO.
You will always be welcome at farmerart's Church of What's Happening Now.
You know, they say that those who receive a great deal of psychiatric care also tend to become quite knowledgeable about psychiatry in general and, more specifically, personality disorders. Seeing that I am now being psychoanalyzed by a guy who posts a never ending string of fake reviews, unobserved "observations", patently ridiculous comments about clubs, and even maintains multiple usernames just so that he can have conversations himself, I am starting to believe that old saying. ;)
Fraudster = Dougster
Nah, it's not that bad. Every once in a while I get reflective and this shit starts to get old, but then my better senses return and I jump back in the saddle.
YOUR prison bitch? You're confused son. I was fucking hotties long befoe you even discovered that some skank ho would suck your little winnie for $80 at LG I and II and recently even had to read a sad little tale about you striking out in a club that I use as my personal fuck pad. WHO'S YOUR DADDY, BITCH!
Yup, I'm back. :)