I heard it through the grapevine. This last week staff at Atlanta's Pink Pony had a day of condolence for the regular customer that killed himself because a club dancer had rebutted his amorous behavior.
^ Good. Because a talkin’ grapevine would be pretty frickin’ disturbing.
That said, that said did have a long conversation with some randos azaleas 🌺 But I was kind of in an alcoholic fog at the time. I think they responded but who the fuck knows? ROAR!!!
I don’t know about the reason allegedly being rejected by a dancer, but yes he killed himself last week and there was a memorial service of sorts at the club this past Wednesday. There were some flowers set up at the place at the bar where he always sat with the grungy ball cap he always wore on display. There were some people hanging around I had never seen before. Some dancers told me they were his sister and dad. They cleared it away when day shift ended.
I didn’t know about a note, but several girls told me he sent texts with heart emojis to some of the dancers and the house mom before doing the deed.
About a year ago, I went to Strokers (near ATL) on s Sunday dayshift. The club was decorated, mostly with white balloons. One of the dancers told me it was a commemoration for the owner's son.
One of my favs had a regular who was constantly telling her he loved her, and dogging her to date him. Even though she made it clear to him he'd never be more than her regular. She put up with him because he generally spent four figures a month on getting dances with her. One night, he got several hundred dollars worth of dances with her, but then balked at paying. She walked him over to the ATM, but no $ was forthcoming. When she started loosing patience with him, he pulled out a knife, and started cutting himself, and bleeding all over the carpet. She never got her money, and he was kicked out of the club. But, believe it or not, the club let him start coming again a few seeks later.
Weird. I can't imagine wanting my club life to transgress into my real life. Yes, the dancers are physically attractive, and now because I'm getting older, they're certainly more physically attractive than the usual targets who might reasonably be considered members of my dating pool. But the advantage is, that I DON'T have to have a relationship with them. I don't hear about their baby daddy. I don't hear about daycare. I don't hear about whether or not their car will start. I don't care a shit about what prices their dealers are trying to charge them. I have no problem getting my rent paid and my electric bill paid and my cell phone bill paid and if they want those things paid by me, there's going to be a one-to-one exchange, a quid pro quo, a tit for tat with emphasis on the TIT. I can't imagine wanting to DATE someone I met at the club, and if I did meet someone that seemed cool enough to date, it would be out of the ordinary, a woman whose mental state was decidedly different from most of the other dancers.
Personally, I like the fact that the dancer doesn't know about my real life, and can't ever be integrated into my non-club life. At the club, to stave off identification, for privacy I tell people fantasy stories about who I am. I use something other than my real name. Hi I'm Bartholomew Simpson. Hello, my name is Lenny Briscoe, this is my partner Mike Logan (I actually do have minor acquaintance with Chris Noth but that's a different issue). Then I spin silly stories that are obviously fake -- I'm an astronaut spy, I work for Vladimir Putin -- to have fun with the concept.
Once in a while the truth does come out. Sometimes I admit a few snippets of fact if it's germane to certain types of knowledge I might have. F.e. if a dancer has some kind of legal issues, like drug possession charges or child custody battles, then I can usually direct her phone to the right website of a colleague who will represent her at dancer-level prices. I'm usually annoyed (though not surprised) to learn, almost all dancers have NOT hired a lawyer to represent them, even in serious matters. "Oh do I need one of those? Can't I just fill out the forms myself?" Also, sometimes I talk about my actual investments, the categories and fields that they're in (tech, oil, I own shares of evil empires), because (oddly?) some dancers always want to talk about the stock market. But they aren't getting my Social Security number, hell'z naw.
^ I'm with you, Book Guy. I like keeping parts of my life separate. I won't create elaborate lies about my identity (though I'm not forthcoming with it). But like you, I don't want to get drawn into their drama. Blew your rent money on weed? That's a "you" problem. I like peace and tranquility in my life, and a dancer's private life is a veritable nexus of drama. Some guys here make it sound like dating or (God forbid) marrying a stripper is the pinnacle. Just shoot me.
I also like variety of women, so I don't get to know any of them too well. If I didn't want a new pair of tits every week, I'd just get a girlfriend. I'd have better sex than I've ever had ITC anyways.
So BG, I guess you figure we really wanted to hear about everything you don't want to hear about? Literally, everything?
It's guaranteed that, this coming November, we will have elected a sleazy jerk as President. I don't think that could happen, if strippers had a monopoly on bad money management, substance abuse, and child raising issues. It's easy to criticize strippers, as they are people.
Nobody who wants to be married is qualified to be married. Marriage means making someone promising to stay with you even if in the future they are not happy with you. No decent person would ask for such a promise, especially not from someone they actually loved in healthy way.
I can think of a couple of fairly recent favs who seemed like they'd be good relationship prospects. Not selfish, not self defeating, serious about money, fun. But, dubious I'd be good enough for them, given that I'm among the vast majority of PLs on here with a history of cheating.
ROFL @ ilbbaicnl yup I'm guilty as charged. :) I like your definition of marriage, too. I think a lot of people really "shouldn't" do that thing you describe, where they de facto entrap someone whom they supposedly love into pre-planned unhappiness. But I think they do it because "you're supposed to." After a certain period of time dating, marriage is the "normal" and "expected" thing.
One of the great things about strip clubs is that "normal" and "expected" are utterly thrown out the window. In the simple sense, the relationships aren't "normal". But in a deeper sense, I often find, when I'm interacting with a woman whose head is at least reasonably screwed on tight, that a lot of social conventions can be intelligently questioned and examined. Not just the typical "should" sorts of expectations, like getting married. But thoroughly seeing behind the whole "system" of assumptions. That's one of the sides of strip clubbing I highly value. Over all it's more honest about expectations and more capable of a clear-eyed view of why we do things. "The myths we live by."
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Through the grapevine, huh. Dancers know shit about so many people the great ones are like a Hood Heidi Fleiss.
Good. Because a talkin’ grapevine would be pretty frickin’ disturbing.
That said, that said did have a long conversation with some randos azaleas 🌺 But I was kind of in an alcoholic fog at the time. I think they responded but who the fuck knows? ROAR!!!
I didn’t know about a note, but several girls told me he sent texts with heart emojis to some of the dancers and the house mom before doing the deed.
Personally, I like the fact that the dancer doesn't know about my real life, and can't ever be integrated into my non-club life. At the club, to stave off identification, for privacy I tell people fantasy stories about who I am. I use something other than my real name. Hi I'm Bartholomew Simpson. Hello, my name is Lenny Briscoe, this is my partner Mike Logan (I actually do have minor acquaintance with Chris Noth but that's a different issue). Then I spin silly stories that are obviously fake -- I'm an astronaut spy, I work for Vladimir Putin -- to have fun with the concept.
Once in a while the truth does come out. Sometimes I admit a few snippets of fact if it's germane to certain types of knowledge I might have. F.e. if a dancer has some kind of legal issues, like drug possession charges or child custody battles, then I can usually direct her phone to the right website of a colleague who will represent her at dancer-level prices. I'm usually annoyed (though not surprised) to learn, almost all dancers have NOT hired a lawyer to represent them, even in serious matters. "Oh do I need one of those? Can't I just fill out the forms myself?" Also, sometimes I talk about my actual investments, the categories and fields that they're in (tech, oil, I own shares of evil empires), because (oddly?) some dancers always want to talk about the stock market. But they aren't getting my Social Security number, hell'z naw.
I also like variety of women, so I don't get to know any of them too well. If I didn't want a new pair of tits every week, I'd just get a girlfriend. I'd have better sex than I've ever had ITC anyways.
It's guaranteed that, this coming November, we will have elected a sleazy jerk as President. I don't think that could happen, if strippers had a monopoly on bad money management, substance abuse, and child raising issues. It's easy to criticize strippers, as they are people.
Nobody who wants to be married is qualified to be married. Marriage means making someone promising to stay with you even if in the future they are not happy with you. No decent person would ask for such a promise, especially not from someone they actually loved in healthy way.
One of the great things about strip clubs is that "normal" and "expected" are utterly thrown out the window. In the simple sense, the relationships aren't "normal". But in a deeper sense, I often find, when I'm interacting with a woman whose head is at least reasonably screwed on tight, that a lot of social conventions can be intelligently questioned and examined. Not just the typical "should" sorts of expectations, like getting married. But thoroughly seeing behind the whole "system" of assumptions. That's one of the sides of strip clubbing I highly value. Over all it's more honest about expectations and more capable of a clear-eyed view of why we do things. "The myths we live by."