Favorite lie to your SO when you are going out to a strip club.

It's only been 3 years since you were divorced? I thought it was much longer than that.

casualguy: April 4th will mark 3 years. We were married 27 years. Our kids are 29 and 30... I wish I had done it sooner but I held out for the kids...

Just say you are a ball-less excuse for a man and you are going to lie about where you are going or what you are doing.

I've never known exactly how to take this, but my wife does not usually inquire about my absences, late arrivals, etc.. Maybe once out of five times she will ask a question or make a remark about it. Over the course of my career, I've worked a lot of unusual hours, and I think that she makes certain assumptions. On the other hand, maybe she has her suspicions, but doesn't see the need to make waves.

"casualguy: April 4th will mark 3 years. We were married 27 years. Our kids are 29 and 30... I wish I had done it sooner but I held out for the kids..."

OK sports' fans, this explains why John was so upset when Carter left in Oct. of '03 and never said goodbye.

He was all "baby, in a few more months I'll be a free man! Please just wait till April of '04 and then we can get married."

Of course the liar will deny this, but just remember how upset he was back in October of 2003! HA HA! What a looser.

How many of you dudes who have "usual but unexplained absences" think the women in your life are:

A. blissfully ignorant
B. willfully ignorant, and not so blissful about it, but willing to forego suspicion "for the good of the union:
C. utterly suspicious

?

:)

.....another reason I am happy that I am single and unatttached

I don't know, I'm kinda wishing I had a wife just so I could get in on the fun of making up all these lies.

IDleStripper, Stage name Kennedy. She is using Carters log on. She got fired from my favorite club because Carter got her fired for trying to cut into her action in the Champagne Room. Who ever coined FUGLY must have met her.

I do all my club visits during the day while I am away on business. Makes things easier.

Hi Kennedy

Hi Shotdisc! How's it goin'? Do you miss me? You remember how upset ol' shadowscat was back in '03, don't you? Especially after Carter wrote those poems making fun of him.

The only poem that I can validate that it came from her was in a peraonal letter and I still have it. "Life is like a butterfly. The more you chase it, the more it will alude you. But if you sit quietly, it will come and sit softly on your shoulder".

Oh, I do recall a poem written on the club message board. It was aimed at ShotDisc. He didn't believe that there were hundreds of guys driving hundreds of miles just to see her.She posted a poem about why men love her. Actually shekitout did the posting because her computer was down. She credited her mother for teaching her how to be charming. They broke the mold whe she quit the business...

I missed the whole Carter thing. Don't even know what she looked like even though it's very possible I saw her if she worked in the evening on the weekend. Before visiting this web site, I used to think the only people in strip clubs were locals and visitors already in town on vacation or businessmen in town for business. I still that that is the majority of people though. I think I only went searching for a strip club list sometime in the last few years so that is probably when I found this site. Another year or two to notice this site has club and general discussions instead of just club reviews.

If someone asks me what I'm doing, I just say I'm going out.

Favorite lie? I don't have a favorite lie. In fact each of my alibis need to be somewhate elaborate - but still believable - because when I visit clubs (or OTC), I have to account for being gone MANY hours, and usually overnight. My alibi also has to cover missing work in most cases. In order to be believable, I can't reuse the alibi - at least not very often.

You single guys out there don't know how easy you have it.

Does the need for creating alibis make me ball-less, as one poster stated and several others implied? Who cares! I know that I don't want to completely mess up my home life, and I KNOW that I don't want to stop clubbing/OTCing. So, I'm happy, the wife's happy... and my ATF is happy.

That sucks Doug. Tell her your goin to the casino pref w/ your buddies. Other times just stop off late afternoon, say there was traffic you decided to wait it out on the other side of the city. Do it when your out of town on business. Or take an afternoon off. The next level?

Get pissed and leave... go to a sc. Drink beer! If you do it enough and she asks you where you went tell her you were just driving around, or needed a walk, your space. The next level?

Don't tell her anything. Deny everything. Let her think just how horrible you are. Maybe if your lucky...

Why do I bother! If you haven't seen the benefits of a little white lie to smooth things out, then your probably not going to use any of these tactics anyway.

I apologize for taking this post off on a tangent. I did not mean to get in the middle of others differences

No SO right now, no need for an alabi. When I did have a live in SO I wasn't clubbing, so no need for an alabi. When I've had SO's since clubbing they haven't been live in, so working late going straight home to bed was about the most elaborate I ever had to get. Usually when things get serious with a girl I end up not going to the clubs, mostly because I don't have the time. There was one girl I actually told about my hobby. She actually seemed a bit intrigued, but I never had the guts to take her to a club.

I've never needed an alibi. I don't really think that I want "something to hide" and I'd rather live a life by which I can do as I choose openly. I strode into, and back out of, a Bourbon Street strip club last night, in full view of thousands of people, any one of whom COULD have been a potential employer, a former high school classmate, a girl I tried to date last week, my grandmother's church friends ... to heck with 'em. If they don't approve of me and my actions, how *I* choose them, then I don't need their approval.

I know, it's a glad and happy lot, that I live in. I am not married. That changes the whole system. I don't presume to judge others who have made that (or any other) choice for themselves. I'm just listing my own situation, as it stands right now. Might change some day. :)

Going to the movies worked for me when I was clubbing-don't really miss it all that much now that I've quit. Sure as hell save a whole lot of money!

I don't see the upside of lying about this. Be men for Christ's sake.

Crafting an alibi when I have 6 hours of drive time (3 hrs each way), not including time to spend in the club (or hotel, preferably)... is rather difficult.

You also have to be careful about the alabi. When I was in high school some of us used to go to a local drive in that played nothing but porn. The alabi one friend came up with was bowling. He went a lot more often than the rest of us, and after one particular summer and fall of his porn habbit his parents bought him, you guessed it, a bowling ball and bowling shoes for Christmas.

I remember couple years back when I had a wife and worked about 10 miles from The Tunica Cabaret, I would stop in for an hour or so, telling the wife I had gone and played poker after getting off work. Worked like a charm!

If Dr. Chitown ever were to ask for an alibi, I suppose I could tell her that I had gone out for a cup of coffee....

I am starting to have to develop alibis (the rare Al Pacino Ibis, a relative of the Renee Zellweger Egret, or regret), since I'm in New Orleans on "extended vacation" and living with relatives. They're cool with me going wherever, whenever, but I don't exactly want them figuring out that I'm starting up a relationship with a hottie at Larry Flynt's Barely Legal ... or maybe I do, I dunno ...

So far, the point of my alibi has been to hide the fact that I've snuck out to smoke a pipe-ful of tobacco. I go to a cigar shop, sit in one of their lounge chairs, buy a diet coke, and watch "Deep Space Nine" while puffing away. Then when I get home and they smell my pungent and aromatic clothing and hair, I have to say I was at a danged smoky tittie bar in the friggin' French Quarter. Funny, my alibi is actually more salacious than the truth.

My SO knows when I go, every time, either beforehand or just after. She uses the debrief (very loaded word!) time to her (and my) advantage. This doubles the pleasure. You should try it, but it takes a really good relationship.