NEWBIE's First Trip
I wanted to take a few moments to thank all of you who gave me some great advice regarding my first trip to a strip club. I also wanted to give you a post trip report of my experience. I'm sure all of you can remember your first trip to a strip club.
First the trip started with me going to the bank to get some cash. I wanted to make sure I had enough 1s and 5s for tips as some of you had suggested. I did get a strange look from the teller when I asked for 25 dollar bills and 8 fives. She asked me if I was having garage sell or something. I said “no they're for some young ladies.†She smiled and said “Oh how sweet, for your daughters?†I said “No...for strippers.†She stopped asking me questions at that point:-)
I started to go to Cheetahs in San Diego but changed my mind and went to the Little Darlings in Lemon Grove, Ca. I went in and was shown to a table by a very pretty young lady. Another young lady came over and asked me if she could join me at my table and I said yes. Most of you know the rest of the story so I'll just skip to the part where we go to the back of the club for my first lap dance. I'll just describe my experience like this, had we done the things that we did, during the dance, when I was younger, well I'd feel obliged to ask the girl to marry me:-) No we didn't exchange any body fluids...I'm not that stupid. But we did...how do you guys put it, we did a lot of grinding. I tipped pretty well...on average $5 for every dancer on stage and of course I took care of my Little Darling (no pun intended:-). Thanks again for advice and feedback.
First the trip started with me going to the bank to get some cash. I wanted to make sure I had enough 1s and 5s for tips as some of you had suggested. I did get a strange look from the teller when I asked for 25 dollar bills and 8 fives. She asked me if I was having garage sell or something. I said “no they're for some young ladies.†She smiled and said “Oh how sweet, for your daughters?†I said “No...for strippers.†She stopped asking me questions at that point:-)
I started to go to Cheetahs in San Diego but changed my mind and went to the Little Darlings in Lemon Grove, Ca. I went in and was shown to a table by a very pretty young lady. Another young lady came over and asked me if she could join me at my table and I said yes. Most of you know the rest of the story so I'll just skip to the part where we go to the back of the club for my first lap dance. I'll just describe my experience like this, had we done the things that we did, during the dance, when I was younger, well I'd feel obliged to ask the girl to marry me:-) No we didn't exchange any body fluids...I'm not that stupid. But we did...how do you guys put it, we did a lot of grinding. I tipped pretty well...on average $5 for every dancer on stage and of course I took care of my Little Darling (no pun intended:-). Thanks again for advice and feedback.
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Sounds like you are hooked. Glad you enjoyed it.
Turned out he was winding me up -- she wasn't his sister, though his sister did work at Denny's and get a lot of $1s -- but he had a point. Waitresses can get just as many $1s as dancers ...
Scared my mom ALOT hence I dont tell her much now HA HA
Yes, you bring up something I haven't thought about in a long long time: what the "bad old days" before the internet were like for mongers and Johns. I started strip-clubbing in the early 1990s, just barely before we could get reliable info on the internet. I gleaned some things from some friends of mine, mostly from their oblique comments at odd hours. One dude worked in (early) software development, and he attended a bachelor party at one of the more notorious clubs in the city where we lived. "Well, we all paid about $100 apiece to send the bachelor to the back room." "Oh," I responded, "I wouldn't have money like that." Meanwhile, what's going through my mind is: Try to keep a straight face! Keep a straight face! And how many people did he say went with him to the bachelor party? OK, so, at six guests, and Larry got serviced twice, that's roughly $300 a pop ... I can do that! Math math ...
I had my first mongering experiences about five years before that, in the late 1980s. There were ads in all the telephone books and other similar places. You really couldn't guarantee that anything was going to work out for you or against you. You had to "have your cojones" and be "street smart." A lot of that type of self-actualization isn't necessary now'days, for today's generation, in A LOT of endeavors, not just in mongering. Even when you consider such mainstream activities as selecting a college, studying for a test, or deciding what career to go into, kids can hunt and peck and compare-contrast on the internet. But when they've made their "perfect" selection on the basis of the best survey data, they get there to what they've chosen and it turns out not to have any relationship to what they thought they were picking, and they probably also aren't particularly competent at interacting and functioning among the people who are there.
The 'net gives "security of information" and a certain minimum level of reliability that didn't exist beforehand; but in exchange, it takes away the self-awareness and the common sense which are engendered by experience, a need for self-preservation, and so on, all of which was necessary beforehand. Information distribution allows for more "secure" but no more effective decision making. It's just like the change from hunting and gathering to agriculture: before the change, there was greater variability, and therefore each human had to be better at a wide range of self-preservation tasks; afterwards, what was gained in reliability and even predictability was lost in self-actualization.