Comments by JC2003 (page 11)

I love it when davids pulls numbers like "2-4%" out of his ass like anyone has ever actually bothered to quantify that sort of thing before.

Re: fastseduction.com, if it's on the Internet, it must be true! But seriously... I'm sure strippers fantasize about being picked up at work. Just not by normal guys like me or you. It's easy to tell if a woman likes you or not. The hardest thing is to clear your head, stop thinking about yourself for a second, and actually pay attention to them to recognize when they do. Watch dancers approach other men in the club. Pay attention to their expressions and posture and how those change when they are talking with other dancers, when they are trying to sell dances to a customer, or when they are just standing in the corner of the club, bored out of their fucking minds, thinking about where they're going to go eat after their shift's done, what things they have to do at home before they crash for the night, whatever. I'll watch a dancer dance for a guy or two. Many guys will watch dancers dance for other guys to gauge how good their dance would be if they asked her for one. I watch to see what their sales pitch looks like, what she is doing when she thinks that her customer isn't looking while she's giving him dances, and I note signs of boredom, indifference, interest, and extreme interest. If you look into the abyss long enough, the abyss will look back into you. If you're a regular at a club, some of the women will analyze your behavioral traits and body language and will figure you out. They will share their observations with their friends, and that information will spread until everyone in the club that isn't a newbie knows what you're like. At some point a few years back, I tired of the behavioral study of women. I was maybe disappointed that they turned out not to be as complex or mysterious as I thought. After that, I just relaxed, said what the fuck, and started enjoying the lapdances and titular thrills of the stripclub at face value: the feel of a woman's supple breasts in the palm of your hands, the way she will arch and angle her body towards your hands when you run your fingers down her back, the heat she radiates when you stroke and caress her body in a way that she likes, the way she will start to sweat profusely or close her eyes and her lips curl into an ineffable smile when you're doing something that really, really gets her going. Woohoo, fun post! Anyone still reading this? Heh!

davids loves the word "strawman." Find a stripper named Dorothy at the Yellow Brick Road. Maybe she can help you find a brain!

davids, you are confusing me with "Is this stripper into me?" guy. I was "How to let go?" guy. Do try to keep it straight, m'kay? I know that it must be tough for you, being an imbecile and all. shadowcat, I don't drink on Sundays. It's an old habit from living in states like SC where they don't sell alcohol on Sundays and me being the lazy son of a bitch I am, I never stocked the fridge for those dry days. Damn ABC laws. I guess that davids' effluent display of his "how to date strippers" bullshit got me in the mood to riff on strip clubs, strippers, and the human condition. Oh and the 2 for $20 thing you love to talk about so much? We so get it that you think it's cool that you get a bargain on your dances, man. It reminds me a wee bit too much of RL's "lapdances for FIVE DOLLARS" mantra though. You may want to ease off on mentioning it for a while.

My first lapdance was great, especially since it was such an unexpected delight. I recall a really fun evening back in '98 with a girl named Tina at Ybor Strip. My last set of dances with my most recent favorite back in '02 at the Mons also comes to mind.

Porn has more appeal to young men -- men are pretty much walking hard-ons from 18-25 -- than to old farts, which is probably why you like your old porn better. You weren't an old fart back then. We wear rose-colored glasses, and our memories aren't so good.

I enjoy strip clubs most of the time, but you have to admit that some nights are better than others. Perhaps that may be the source of their disappointment.

I like going up to sit at the stage but only if there are new girls I want to check out on stage before they make their rounds for private dances.

I don't miss the good old days, just the good old days' prices.

By stripper shoes, you mean fuck me pumps and high heels? They hate high heels, but they all each own over a dozen pair of them.

So you're accusing me, a guy who goes to strip clubs featuring naked female women selling sex fantasies, of being a homosexual. That's one inspiring piece of idiocy, davids. Bravo! Next thing, you'll be accusing people who go to steakhouses of being raging vegans. On a serious note, davids, you really should "let go" of this place and find something better to do with your time. We all should really, but you especially need to go out and get laid sometime this century. And, no, your hand doesn't count.

davids, you are the master of projection and everything else apparently so you tell me what's what. I defer to your inferior intellect and poor judgment. Ironically, it turns out that the subject of my "let go" thread was actually into me. She followed me out of the club one night a couple weeks ago, and we talked for a bit. I told her that I thought she was a beautiful young woman but she was too young for the likes of me and that she should find someone closer to her age. Maybe if I was an arrogant, self-absorbed, stripper-obsessed prick like davids, I would have dated her, fucked her, and then dumped her after the "date and fuck a stripper" conquest got dull. I decided instead to try to be a gentleman and considered her feelings. For such a lovely young girl who dances naked for a living, she's surprisingly shy around men she likes.

Are you hitting on me, davids? Is that why you want to think I am gay? Such a confused little boy...

FONDL, when I say big club, I mean a club with a lot of customers. That doesn't necessarily mean "big gentlemens club" in my book. Mons Venus, for example, is a tiny little building but qualifies as a "big" club in my book.

Interesting that davids answers a question directed specifically at RL. When your idea of provocative, contrarian viewpoints consists of something more than calling me gay, then I might find you interesting again. 'Til then, have a nice cup of go fuck yourself, davids!

FONDL, in my experience, most small local clubs feature below average talent and a sparse number of customers, none of which is spending any money on the girls. That might be because I live in Tampa, where there are quite a few excellent clubs where girls can make a ton of money. I think this is a case where our opinions differ because the clubs are different where you and I are.

I just feel sorry for him/them now. He seems to want attention and respect, but he constantly undermines his own efforts to gain such things by being rude and disrespectful. I'm going to stop bashing him/them. It's an awful habit to have. It's just too easy to pick on him. It's a little sad that I have him broken down to the point of him calling me gay, a tactic I think the rest of us grew out of in junior high.

Moneyrolls on garters don't bother me. Bags can be lost or stolen. I suppose someone could swipe a moneyroll off a garter easily too, but doing that right off their person is much more personal than taking a bag that has been set aside or put in a locker.

I don't mind the attention, because I realize it isn't me but the dancer with me that the guys are paying attention to. It's incredibly presumptuous to think otherwise.

chandler: Do you think that the other men in the club are checking you out while a hot woman is writhing naked all over your body? Or am I off base in thinking that such vanity is a ridiculous assumption to make about such a situation?

I have't met an actual woman that tempting yet. Sad but true.

Good topic. Cheesy, poorly phrased come-ons also suck, even from the best looking of women. I also hate the hustlers who try to drag you off to the private dance room without even asking.

7: Tootsie's Cabaret, Mons Venus, Platinum Plus-Columbia, Ybor Strip, Play House, Pure Platinum Solid Gold, Bare Assets.

It's a reference to an old SNL skit where Christopher Walken plays a producer who wants Blue Oyster Cult to put "more cowbell" in their music. It never really struck me as that funny, but it's an esoteric favorite for some. Maybe you have to be a Blue Oyster Cult fan to appreciate it.

With regards to astrology, it isn't even really the ridiculous notion that the position of the stars in relation to one's birth date could somehow affect one's destiny. It's the even more ridiculous notion that such revelations are not only possible but easily determined and generously shared for all to enjoy in a convenient, easy-to-read newspaper column or Web site.