An Addiction to Clubs
DougS
Florida
In my case, I'd been to clubs several times but really could take or leave the club experience and not miss it at all. That is until a business trip found me in Philadelphia, many years ago.
A friend (and business associate) and I went out looking for something to keep us occupied one evening. We got the idea of hitting a strip club because, like all of us here, we enjoy looking at hot women.
Anyhow, hopping into a rental car, we headed out in search of a club. We figured that we'd just look for seedy areas, then for the proverbial neon and we'd be in a club in no time. Keep in mind, this is before I could spell TUSCL.
We drove for HOURS - finding ourselves in several different states, but still unsuccessful in our quest. (we put 260 miles on the car that night)
Anyhow, it was getting late and we were getting frustrated, so after checking out downtown Philly - our last attempt - we hung it up for the night and headed back to the main highway (I-95, if I remember correctly). After about five minutes, we saw a big sign with some hot girls on it, which of course drew my attention. The sign was an ad for Cheerleaders - a strip club. Narrowly missing a few cars during a frantic lane change.
Cheerleaders turned out to be a great club, and I found a dancer that I hit it off with. She extended me some liberties, and she emptied my wallet. I mean EMPTIED it. Up until then, the most I'd spent in a club was maybe $30, and most of that was for beer. This night, I was into it for more than 2 Franklins.
It was the first night of the trip, and without ANY money, I had to hit my friend up for a loan - both for expenses AND to have enough in my wallet when I got home so that my wife didn't get suspicious.
Even though I blew a lot of money, all I could think of was what a GREAT time I'd had with Savanah (I can mention her name 'cause she's long retired).
What was the experience that got YOU addicted to clubbing?
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Here's a sad story.
About ten or twelve years ago, Canada instituted the GST. It's a goods and services tax on EVERYTHING (even postage stamps, how DUMB is that?). One accountant figured out a loophole in the system, by which he instead of the gov't collected people's GST tithe. This windfall he then spent on strippers. Eventually he got caught, but paying strippers isn't illegal, so the girls got to keep their houses, cars, and bling bling but the guy had to go to jail.
Addiction? I think he was just a sad lonely guy who got in too deep ...
Didn't Ponzy basically set up an "unbacked" bank? As long as there wasn't a run of withdrawals on the tellers, he was all set?
There was a similar case in Philadelphia about 10 years ago where a guy insured then killed his wife to continue his stripper habit. He had been giving a girl at Delilah's Den major bucks and she thought he was rich. These girls should learn that rich guys almost never do stuff like that, that's partly why they're rich to begin with. Stripping is a very dangerous job.
I might do that. :) Set up a pyramid scheme without ever intending to pay anyone back. :) Isn't that a Ponzi? I can never keep them straight. OK, let's see:
Scientology: pyramid scheme
US Federal Reserve Bank: Ponzi scheme
Did I get that right? :)
Anyway, there I was, desperately horny. What's a young male to do? Well, since Fantasia in Richmond Hill (just north of Toronto) was available, I soon learned that prostitution and strip clubs could give me what I felt was a "normal" outlet. I needed it, and went at it for about three or four years during the "glory days" of that club. From then on, I've been re-living those experiences.
I realize that I can't exactly "go home," and get what I got at Fantasia, at just any old club. And I realize that the services that I get at a strip club or with a prostitute aren't "real" relationships, either, and therefore can't possibly replace what was missing from my young adulthood. If I could somehow create "normal" experiences back there in my formative past, I'd certainly do it.
I don't know if I'm "addicted" to clubs, because I've quit many times. I can quit whenever I want to! :)
No, seriously, because I experience clubs in a way that doesn't interfere with my regular life, and my expenses at clubs don't have any negative repercussions on the rest of my life, I don't consider it an addiction in the traditional sense. But if my regular life were better, then clubs wouldn't 'be necessary" and I'd be getting access to a few hot women through "regular" means rather than through strippers, so in that sense, strip clubs are somehow at odds with my regular life. Does that count as "an addiction"?
After divorce, I decided to check them out again. The pecking order of "good to bad" in my area had changed somewhat, but I found a favorite and began to frequent a club.
It was my introduction to the VIP room that got me addicted. Not right away - the first time was just a more private version of a lapdance - but eventually I found a favorite (or two) that would make it more interesting.
All in all, it's a fun addiction except when I see what it does to my wallet. It seems my big brain is over-ruled by my little brain when it comes to money management in a club!