The nicest guy...
steve229
So tonight my new favorite said I was the nicest guy she ever met in a strip club.
Should I consider that a compliment, or the ultimate stamp of PL-dom?
Should I consider that a compliment, or the ultimate stamp of PL-dom?
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Much better to be the pushy asshole that got a BJ or the jerk that fucks her and gets his rocks off and leaves her hanging or the cheapskate that didn't spend any money on her even tho she treats him like a king!
Or maybe not, maybe having a stripper tell you that you're nice is a good thing because....
I mean hell, I enjoy hearing a dancer in the club saying that I'm handsome even though I know it's SS...just enjoy the fantasy while you are in the club but don't let it affect you too much,.
Sounds like bad news for MisterGay.
Super PL?
But, it think it also could have been a real complement.
Here's the irony--check out any dancer's party life or even her personal life, and I don't think it's populated too much with the "nicest guy" types.
Two guys can want, expect, and receive the same amount of mileage, but go about in totally different ways. Would you rather be the asshole or the nice guy?
Besides, you said she's a fave. The next time she sees you in the club, and she's with another guy, she may very well give up on trying to hoover him faster so she can get over to see you. Isn't that a good thing?
Most dancers are treated like trash. Many guys use them for whatever they can get. The constant pressure to have sex, the groping, the drugs, the alcohol, all this gets to them after a while if they are anywhere close to normal.
So, yea, nice guys are a breath of fresh air. Enjoy the compliment, its probably true if you treat them with respect.
I have a couple of Latina favorites also. When they tell me I'm a nice guy AND I have a big dick I know I'm going to have one for the record books in the VIP that night. (Now if I only had that "mucho pinga" thing.)
Now just because it's ss doesn't mean it's untrue.
Exactly, lol. That little caveat at the end, "in a strip club," puts a little different spin on it.
She says I am probably the nicest guy she has ever met, not just nicest within SC customers.
But still, that's not a big achievement, according to pabloantonio's description of most dancers' life...
Better get a chastity belt for your wallet!!!
If so... yeah probably. If not...
I've heard the "nice hands" or "soft hands" thing a few times. Not really sure what "nice" means in that case.
Apparently my wallet is of a sufficient size to obviate any "scariness" or "creepiness" that I project.
Did manual labor when I was young, have spent the last 30+ years avoiding doing any, lol, so also get the soft hands comments. I take it as a good sign, because it usually means I have my hands on them.
I do know that as a Mr. Nice Guy, I had a decent groove going with a hot Russian dancer over the course of a few club visits, with lengthy lap-sitting time while enjoying drinks and conversation, plus some semi-private and private LD room visits. In a club where extras are frequently doled out in LD rooms, she was fun but somewhat chaste. She wouldn't reach inside my pants or pull Mr. Happy out as many girls would do. Sometimes I've found I should just take the lead, and once I do, the girl in a sense has 'permission' to follow. So, putting aside my nice-guy hesitation, I did that in a gentle way by asking whether it'd be okay to pull out Mr. Happy and while asking, I pulled down the front of my elastic pants to release my very appreciative boner for her visual inspection.
Big mistake. She acted like I crossed an implied line of trust we'd developed. She backed up off my lap and said I needed to put him back in my pants. We seemed to recover okay, but I could tell the little connection we had had vanished. I haven't seen her since, but definitely miss the buzz we had, for it seemed she really appreciated the opportunity to alight on my lap when I was there, and not having to deal with the other low-life PLs who seem to pack the club. And she never took advantage of me by ordering high-priced drinks in excessive quantity. She just seemed content to sit and talk about anything and everything, all while I listened and gently felt up her nearly naked body. And she was a joy to hold and behold.
Oh well, nothing ventured, as they say.