Post Lapper Tristesse
Meursault
Missouri
Tuesday, December 22, 2015 12:00 AM
I assume that the core audience on a strip club forum is 99.99% male (and possibly .01% female poseur) so i think that many of you will recognize a version of the plight I am experiencing. I am suffering from a kind of non-sexual version of the common male problem "post-coital tristesse" (PCT), the feeling of regret immediately following an orgasm. I call it Post lapper tristesse and I think it is sign that I should retire or at least take a break from the strip club scene.
I think most men are familiar with the phenomenon of post-coital tristesse. Maybe it will sound odd to women. I am capable of acting (and thinking) at a level of dirtiness and aggression that is difficult to explain while building up to climax. Immediately after, it's like that version of me punches a time clock and the everyday me checks back in. All through my youth I could tell how much I cared for a woman I was with by the level of post-coital drop off. If I only came down a little bit from my pre-orgasm troglodyte self, then I just didn't care that much for her. With my wife (I was married for 22 years) I would turn into a spineless milquetoast before the last of my seminal soldiers could make it out into the world.
Now I find myself on the horns of a similar dilemma vis a vis my ATF (or maybe just my CF). When I travel far from home, I have no problem seeking and accepting extras and really experience no regret from it whatsoever (apologies to the women of the forum, if there actually are any). Close to home I go to only a few clubs in a relatively nearby city. At these clubs I only get conversation and lap dances. Increasingly those lap dances are from one particular dancer at one particular club who provides an excellent grind but by no means the dirtiest lap dance I've ever had. Now I find that as soon as I leave the club I have the same feelings of regret and melancholy I associate with PCT.
It is possible that I have just become the dreaded Regular in Love but I fear that it goes deeper than that. I fear my strip club visits are no longer driven by carnal lust and that a man behind the curtain is now directing these expeditions with a different motive in mind. It may be time to hang up the white polyester suit and learn to be content with the women who will date me and the Internet trollops who can't see my perverted old man glare. If I can't keep my heart out of it (which I think this problem clearly demonstrates) than it is only a matter of time until I get completely fleeced by my ATF or some other fine young entrepreneur.
I think Post Lapper Tristesse (PLT) is just early onset Broke Pathetic Loser. Hopefully I will heed this warning while my children still have something to inherit, but I can't be sure I will.
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