And the point is?

I'm an old man now. In my sixties, for a few more month anyway. And have been visiting strip clubs (and other similar places) for way too many years to remember. All kind of different places, on most continents. From the tame, clinical, tedious clubs in France - nothing even remotely memorable from London, shocking (but wish there was one near me now!) FKK Clubs in Germany, as you'd expect it clubs in Amsterdam, a few evening's fun in Spain, a fair few places on a number of stops in the Asia Pacific and now, in the US where I spend about half the year in a vacation home. Been married too many times to remember - always thought I was trading up, but really wasn't and, no matter who I was married to at the time, always had a persistent need to see naked women, in some form or other. The thing is, for me, it always started with wanting to "see" them, but never ended there.

So - the point of strip clubs is what exactly? Well, getting in has always been easy. A fairly quick way to set eyes on actual naked women so, in a way, an upgrade on porn but than is where the issue sets is. There's a saying, might be a Chinese proverb or something? that says something like - the eye is never satisfied with seeing. And mine never have been. White, black, hispanic, asian, some kind of mixed, varying ages sizes, shapes, states of undress and never satisfied. Ever. If they were dancing in front of me, or sitting on my lap, I'm still looking over their shoulder at someone else. Two, three at a time? Tried that. Didn't work either. Hotter girls. No, that wasn't it. The mythical 'perfect girl'...if there is such a thing, I was looking in the wrong place. What is certain then? Well, I could have bought my vacation home many years earlier if I had stayed away - or a bigger one, in a better location. And if I had all the hours back I have lost, wasted, thrown away in those places, I would love to have them right now, when time has become really very precious. It's transactional, i know (unless i forget again!). The girls are there for money. I am a source of cash. I get that. And I have even gotten myself into the trying to rescue girls with cash (silly man!), have dated one or two, taken some out to dinner, almost married one, and although I know how pointless the whole thing is - that it never satisfies - I still go back. On here right now scouting for somewhere new to head this afternoon. Classic addiction, I suppose. Regrets? Of course. Lots of them. Advice to anyone who has stumbled on here, and is exploring things, yet to get started (if such a thing might even be possible) - RUN, FOR YOUR LIFE, AS FAR AWAY AS YOU CAN! Really.

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