This is hobby is fun

Hey, Muddy, I'll jump in. Fuck yeah, man!

I do occasionally remind myself how fuckin' awesome this all is. Especially, for a fairly shy Midwestern boy, who didn't go for the bad boy schtick. I did alright with dating, but never believed I'd one day experience the closest thing to a rockstar life I could have envisioned.

These days, when I compare my life to that generally of men and their relationships - married or otherwise - I feel awesome.

There's nothing like it, and I'm never going back!

Honestly, it ain't what it used to be. I also feel there are so many more awesome things I have done- snorkeling/SCUBA/SNUBA Hawaii, Dry Tortugas, and the Keys, touring volcanoes in the Big Island, spelunking in the Appalachians, old forest hiking and primitive camping in the Cascades, pretty much everything outdoors in the Great Basin. None of what I wrote is meant to take away from YOUR love of this hobby. I consider it more of a pleasant distraction than a devotion. A small act of rebellion and licentiousness to keep me human.

Whenever a stripper asks me what I like to do for fun, or what are my hobbies, I always say the only thing I got time for outside my real life is going to clubs. Friends and family don’t even ask me this question, so anyone from work asks me I tell them I don’t have any hobbies.

I think strip clubs are my second favorite thing besides live sports. Concerts are hit or miss. I still play pickup ball and softball but I feel my age more now doing that. I can feel that I'm not in my 20s anymore. I don't think of myself as a foodie and I don't really think of going out to eat as a hobby. I can't complain about my life in anyway real way, hobbies included. I'd live this way again.

A hobby that just consists of dopamine hits and fleeting, overpriced interactions?

I would spend more time judging this thread, but excuse me while I go back to my Candycrush tab.

@Muddy - I pity you if this has killed all your other hobbies. Even when I was dropping a ton of cash clubbing, it was at best a momentary distraction from everything else. Yeah, it felt good to see a hot chick and have my dick in her within 10 minutes, but even that gets repetitive.

The positive neurotransmitter hit doesn't last as long as a good workout, or accomplishing something personal or professional. I've got so much other rewarding stuff going on in my life that I have little desire to club right now.

When I was young, a controversial night club opened up in my small suburban town. It eventually shut down because they had nude dancers without a license. This was before I even knew what a strip club was. It blew my mind. Naked women dancing... in public?

That day I swore I'd go to one when I got older.

I was thinking this hobby wasn't as much fun, but after the cheating referees in the prgressive league of whiny bitches known as the nfl handed me a win and cover (K.C. - 8 1/2, game not fixed, sure....), but after a lovely evening of dances with three new dancers, who were on the young, natural, thin and smooth side, (as well as a combined 61 in age) I think I may have been wrong.

Muddy how on earth do you manage to review 330 unique clubs in 12 months? You must be retired and rich and travel to a new place every day.

I'm still having fun and visiting new places, just finished my annual holiday run with a list of about 15 clubs, spas and indies. But in general I am definitely shifting a bit more to quality over quantity, and putting more emphasis on having solid regulars who check my boxes. Have a few in advanced stage and a few in development.

I used to share that enthusiasm, but a lot of forces have conspired to push me in a different direction.

For starters, I travel a lot less than I used to pre-pandemic. A lot of the firms that used to want on-site visits now prefer Teams and Zoom meetings, so I haven't been able to revisit a lot of the interesting road clubs that I used to enjoy.

I also used to enjoy my local clubs a lot too, but not as much anymore. New licensing requirements drove away some of the more interesting girls to places like Daytona or out altogether. Also my favorite dive club went urban and one of the other nearby clubs has become Little Havana, so now my go-to club is the last S. Jax haven for white girls and the customers who prefer them.

Needless to say, with aĺl the transplant money pouring into town nowadays chasing this much smaller pool of All American gals, the economics of OTC have changed as well. It's become harder to justify paying the freight that the hotter strippers want now, at least on a consistent basis.

So all of these factors have conspired to push me more towards SBs. I'm still spending a small fortune on sexy fun each year, especially when factoring in dinners, hotels and sometimes transportation costs on top of my direct playmate contributions. But my ROI has gone up a lot.