Taking Stock of the Hobby....Would you do it all again?
Think back over where you've gone, what you've done, and where you're at. With what you know now, would you have started your stroll through the hobby if you'd seen this destination upfront?
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Raising the bar on the quality of women who gave me intimate lap dances let’s me be less creepy in my day to day interactions with women. Less creepy. Not zero. Less. Still a little creepy.
I’m not compelled to stare at the office girls anymore. I’ve seen hotter at the club.
Hobby: A hobby is usually defined as any enjoyable leisure activity that we engage in voluntarily and consistently when we are free from the demands of work or other responsibilities.
Framed that way, I'm not sure I would. With a big enough pile of cash, there's other things I'd like to use that money for.
I'd rather not have had the strict Catholic upbringing that made sex forbidden fruit and contributed to that desire to transgress. People who actually dated in high school, or weren't constantly taught that sexual sin was the worst kind, don't get as obsessive over it.
I'd _definitely_ rather not have the bipolar disorder that sometimes drives me to excesses of it. I'd compare it to feeling on a nightmare ride, a roller coaster without the thrill. At one point in 2019, I bought extras for 10 days in a row. It felt more compulsive than pleasurable.
But I'm not one to ruminate and regret what-ifs. Despite my mistakes, life is pretty damn good right now, financially and otherwise. My life being what it was, it was natural to be driven to hobbying, and it's given me some great memories. Unless I've exclusively committed to a woman, or I'm drowning in civvie puss (not the case recently), or it's ruining my life in some other way, I don't plan to stop.
I might have spent my money differently. Given into fewer pressure pitches. Taken an "L" and gone home to internet porn and hand lotion rather than dropped a few hundred to get off with a woman I wasn't enthusiastic about. Gone fewer times but had more fun at a visit--like I said on my marquee article, one memorable day of clubbing beats 10 mundane ones.
But my circumstances being what they are, mistakes being inevitable, I don't regret it.
No regrets with the hobby.
Now do I wish that I didn't have the impulses that drive me to seek out variety and adventure? Sometimes sure. From time to time I may feel a moment of envy for the guy who can be happy working for the same company for 30 years and sharing a bed with the same woman for 50 years. But I long ago came to accept and even embrace that I'm just not wired like that.
I might try to avoid certain situations, but in general, yes.
Yeah, I'd say so. I'm glad I found this later in life, when I had the ability / maturity to keep it on an even level, not binge out on it, or go too far, and risk my marriage.
What I would NOT do again:
1. Not gone out of my way to visit many “popular” yet “tourist trap” clubs I discovered here on TUSCL. Some were great, but the majority of them didn’t live up to the hype. Some I really went out of my way to visit which equals a big waste of time.
2. I wouldn’t have gotten into all the personal relationships I did with strippers. 25% of them were great, the other 75% of them were headaches which quickly makes you forget about the good ones.
Other observations:
In some clubs ITC is almost just as good as OTC and I wish I would have realized that sooner.
Like it was said above - I would have blown my money somewhere else so it’s all the same when it comes to $$$.
Over my strip clubbing life there around about 5 nights that were unbeatable. If I could relive any of those 5 nights I would be in heaven. To this day I hope to stumble upon a repeat of thise 5 nights but it hasn’t happened. It’s been 5 years since one of those excellent nights happened.
Pics and Vids of the 5 nights or they didn’t happen.
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Good Times, Good Times.
expressing regrets over the several thousands spent over the years? in order to play in any fun hobby/activity you gotta pay. that's just the reality. there are many unfortunate boys n men out there who couldn't afford this hobby that do wonder what a taste of what we had is like.
Had a great time at two clubs last night that I hadn’t been to in quite some time. Ended up getting dances twice from the same awesome girl about 2-3 hours apart, with a few other dances sprinkled in
The above preamble is to give context w.r.t. my SCing-career – i.e. given my upbringing + “financial personality”; for a good-part of my SCing career I’d beat myself up a bit w.r.t. the amount of money I was spending SCing – although I was never in debt (given my “financial personality”); and usually had savings; I still worried about the amount of money I was spending SCing.
Now that I’m “over the hump” age-wise (past-50; early-50s); I don’t stress as much w.r.t. spending – by “spending” I don’t mean spending just for the sake of getting stuff just b/c I can; but more-so not worrying about spending if it brings me happiness (e.g. SCing; etc) – now that I’m past 50; my concern is missing out on things that bring me joy vs forgoing certain things “b/c I should save the money just in case” – i.e. now that I’m past 50; time & health seem more important of a “commodity” to me, vs money
With the benefit of hindsight; I don’t regret all the SCing I’ve done and related-spending – i.e. the good times/experiences I had were def worth the investment.
In the past I’ve posted how I became an SCer somewhat ”by accident” vs a “conscious choice” per se. Prior to becoming an SCer I didn’t see the appeal and def was not keen on what I perceived as poor ROI – this was mainly due to not having visited good clubs in my 20s (could count in one-hand the times I SCed in my 20s and I was not really “that impressed”).
At age 30 I moved to Dallas and was making good money especially in contrast to my living-expenses given I was single – so I had a little-money to play with; and purely by chance I happened to one night drive by “Baby Dolls Dallas” (the old location) – I noticed how packed the parking-lot was and I was intrigued so made a mental-note of the place and came back a week later out of boredom to check it out – given my previous “meh” SCing experiences in my 20s, I wasn’t expecting much nor was I looking for clubs to hit nor was I looking to become an SCer; I mainly checked out Baby Dolls out of curiosity and not having anything to do that particular night (this was shortly after I had moved to Big-D) – needless to say, I was blown-away by BDs (vibe; huge number of attractive women; good-value; etc) – thus I got the proverbial “SC bug”.
By age 30; around the time I moved to Big-D and “found SCing”; I had started leaning towards not wanting to get married – as I’ve posted in the past; not b/c I have anything against marriage; for various-reasons it was just something that felt more like something “I was supposed to do” vs something “I really wanted to do”. I still dated and was in relationships in my 30s; but w/ time I started to question myself w.r.t. why I was getting into relationships if I didn’t have the goal/desire of marring – the reality was that I wanted access to women; but didn’t want the constraints/demands of a relationship.
And this is where SCing seemed to be a good-fit w.r.t. my conundrum of wanting to be with/enjoy women w/o the commitment/demands – and once I got introduced “to proper Sing”/good-clubs: SCing seemed/felt to best fit my needs/wants (especially after I was “TUSCLarly educated”).