Comments by Shop99er

Bootsy--Any chance any of the girls from the 74-77 era were still there?

Good night. It was a good chat.

The 70's were a long time ago. I can feel every year. I lost interest when I met my wife. When you find The One, that happens. At least to me. It seems to have worked. We've been married 37 years. And, as a rule wives aren't all that keen on their husbands going to strip joints. So there's that, also. Yup, I was in the Navy back then. And, I was searching Lollipop when I found this.

61. I was in Hawaii 74-77. This thread is why I signed up. The Pop was one of the nicest places in Hawaii at the time. It was topless only, and there was a definite house "code of conduct" for both the dancers and customers. When the owner found out about the working girl I mentioned, he couldn't fire her fast enough. He was gonna run a clean place so the cops would leave him alone. And it seemed to work. I never saw a cop in the club, and I was there at least 3 nights a week. And the working girl wound up at the Hubba-Hubba on Hotel Street. From what I gather, it finally closed around 1990, but I don't know with certainty.

There was. But, it was pretty much determined by the girl. In the mid-70's, there was a girl that was willing to let you touch anywhere you wanted. She didn't last long there after word got around that she was a "working girl". This was long before the shenanigans that are claimed to happen in the so-called "Gentlemen's Clubs" these days. If you tried to lay a hand on a girl and she didn't want you to, you were very likely to get tossed out. I saw several guys get bounced in the 2 years I was a regular there. In answer to your "weird" comment...Clearly we all enjoyed the Pop back then. It's nice to find others that were there in those years that enjoyed the place, and want to share notes and memories. We're all older now, and pretty much settled down. No burning desire (in my case) to hit the modern clubs. But I do miss those days and nights at the Lollipop.

I think that was the Dunes.

My ATF that got away was in San Diego, at the Showboat on Broadway back in 78. We were getting along great, and we had actually started talking about her going with me when I left SD. I had a West-Pac coming up, and we knew I would be home in 8 months. She also knew I was thinking about re-enlisting. We wrote steadily while I was gone until 2 months before we were due to return home. I had re-enlisted, and she just stopped writing. When we got home, I called her. As soon as she knew it was me, she would hang up. So, I talked to her ex-Mother-in-Law, who was a friend of mine. She told me that S's dad had retired from the Navy, and had bugged out for Australia, leaving his wife and daughter high and dry. So, she "naturally" assumed I would do the same. I caught up with her at work, and the last thing she said to me was "I don't owe you anything!" Other than an answer, no she didn't. Anyway, she walked away, and I never saw her again. Fast-forward 38 years, and she tracked me down. She told me that she had realized about a year later that she had made a huge mistake by not going with me--about 6 months after she got married. She started looking for me about 5 years ago to tell me that she wished we had stayed together. I pointed out that she walked away, not me. She said that she loved me, and regretted not having someone that loved her the way I had back in the past. I told her I had always wondered how we would have worked out. And that there was no chance of finding out now. We are both very married, and have been for nearly 40 years. Just not to each other. So, sometimes they come around to your way of thinking. Sometimes though, it's just too damn late.

kbills---I remember Tooey. I remember when she first started there. I also found Shannon since my last post. I was very surprised that she remembered me after all this time. Of course, we each have our owns now. but it was nice talking to her.

I went there regularly in 75-76. Shannon from BC was my ATF dancer there. I was crazy in love with her. She wound up leaving Hawaii in mid-76 for home. I never saw her again, but I have never forgotten her. If she should happen to see this, I have missed you for 40 years. And I'm sorry I wasn't braver back then.