Comments by Manuellabore (page 17)

^^ilbbaicnl^^ Don't know the answer to your question. For all I know, supermarket sluts have been sending me secret signals for years and they've been going straight over my head. In the unlikely event I ever run into this woman again, I'll ask her to explain what she does, or maybe even act it out, and then I'll report to the group.

Great review. Almost as good as being there

I'm wondering about the commenters who keep bumping into strippers out in the real world. Do you live in those cities with 100,000 people and 25 strip clubs that Muddy talked about in a recent discussion thread? I never accidentally encounter into them in the wild. Heck, I know my fave's home address, the gym she goes to, and the make, model, color and license plate # on her car, and she still manages to elude me in traffic sometimes. :) On a more serious note, I met an escort once who told me that when the calls aren't coming in, she'll hit the Whole Foods or Wegman's (considered high end in my neck of the woods) to try to drum up business. So, if you're at the store and somebody really slutty looking catches your eye, she may be more than eye candy. Good reason to always carry one of those cold bags in your car so the frozen foods don't that during an unexpected liaison.

I fantasize about what my fave looks like when she goes to the Acme but she says she only shops at Whole Foods. Too rich for my blood. She also drives a nicer car than me.

Object lesson on the reason for avoiding tying specific dancers to specific acts.

^^dickdecker^^ I have always despised the premise of "Pretty Woman" (the movie, the song is great) because it embodies the Rescue Fantasy. May help explain why I could never stand Julia Roberts. This article is great

Agree with Wallanon that Delilah's has the best setup for a bachelor party. Lots of room for a group and stageside seating is a big plus. As far as "fun in the VIP" is concerned, it may depend on your definition of "fun". There are plenty of pretty women who would be happy to take you to a private room. Pricing runs a bit higher than the other clubs and the prospects for extras is hit or miss, even more than the other clubs

As a counterpoint, my experience at this place was awful. Had to pay $20 to enter (maybe because it was a weekday night and not Sunday), and there's a solid door between where they collect the cash and where you see what's going on. Two very fat women inside, one sitting with a guy with a pint of liquor in a paper bag. I wheeled out of there and walked the 100 feet across the street to Taboo, where there's an endless stream of young fit Latinas dancing on stage three at a time. I actually tried giving XO another shot on another visit, but first asked the crone manning the entry vestibule if I could peer through the big wooden door before deciding whether to hand over my $20. She declined, which told me everything I needed to know.

I think it’s a nice little gesture of intimacy, maybe up a notch from the tongue in the ear, since it means she had to open/lift your shirt. It never goes on too long

I did the "spilled gasoline" ploy once. Not an option if you're in NJ (IYKYK)

Haven't been there much post-pandemic. Are there any clubs other than on the Block where FS is even an option? scanning the reviews, it doesn't look promising.

The old Penthouse letters would have been much better if they included notes of reality such as those described by the OP. Closing time hookups with the second-best of three not great options typified most of my "dating" life when I was single. Penthouse Magazine was in its heyday then (dirtier than Playboy but, unlike with Hustler, you could still look the girl at the checkout stand in the eye when you bought it) and the venereal (we knew our Latin in those days, kids) disease we feared most was herpes, because it was incurable

I establish eye contact, hold it long enough to smile and nod, then sit and wait. If that doesn't do anything, I'm not approaching. It is a hospitality business and that dancer has no reason to believe my money isn't as green as anybody else's. If eye contact, smiling and nodding isn't getting it done, then it is time to leave Club Desire and head over to Club Fantasies.

Surprised nobody has mentioned glitter so far. I do the 'second wardrobe" thing and a birdbath at the office or convenience store restroom sink, but glitter gets everywhere and clings like death. Plus, it is as impossible to explain as an unfamiliar scent. The only answer is, if you see a dancer at the SC who glitters, take a step away and leeave her to the single guys. Another advantage of the "second wardrobe" is that the change of clothes back from SC clothes to real-world clothes gives a chance to take stock and secure things like condoms and large denomination bills that you don't want to make a spontaneous appearance at home.

Boston is a large city that is vastly underserved with only two SCs (that I know of) in the city limits and relatively few in the immediate environs, and even some of those are pretty far away. Providence arguably evens things out a bit if you lump it in as part of Metro Boston, because Providence has a lot of clubs for a city of its size (Providence should have only 1.8 clubs using the 1:100K ratio mentioned above), but I don't know if Massholes (I use that term affectionately) think that way. I do know that, if I have to go to Boston on business, my ass is headed to Providence for fun.

Wow! This writing is either by a very clever human, or very rudimentary AI. But now I want to go here too for some ass to face action followed by some gross making out and then a play date at my crib

I have never seen dancers here go around and do a tip walk for singles after a stage set.

Credit to Manuel for the fine dining/TGI Friday's analogy--or at least it sounds like something I would say. Nordstrom's vs. TJ Maxx works too. Used to be that when I would blow into Providence from out of town, I would impulsively stop by Fantasies with the intention of ending up at Desire. Probably because Fantasies is an exit or two sooner off of 95 South. I eventually concluded this was a "mistake", since the obliging women at Fantasies would sap my'.. desire such that I couldn't do justice to the generally more attractive women at Desire. (I'm putting "mistake" in quotes because there are no right or wrong approaches here as long as you end up having fun). Cost aside, the biggest downside with Desire is that a non-regular can sit for a long time without getting attention, and I've tried everything, including waving semaphore flags with dollar bills embroidered on them. Now, my tactic is to always hit Desire first and stay there exactly as long as it takes to drink one of their (double-strength) vodka tonics, plus maybe a straight tonic (I'm super-paranoid about DUIs) and then hit Fantasies if nothing is happening.

I've been surprised by how many times I've been at the threshold of FS in VIP and the dancer asks me if I have protection. It may be misogynistic, but it seems like, if they are in the extras business, they should bring the tools. I used to think that maybe this was a subtle way of getting out of doing something they don't really want to do without saying "no", but when I've been asked the question and actually have a condom with me, it has been full steam ahead.

Afternoons must be better. My experience has generally been lots of breast action and frequently some making out, as well as a relentless effort to get me to nut in my pants.

Something is off about the $28 vodka cranberry. Delilah's doesn't do the "Dancer Drinks" pricing scam, and it is hard to believe they stock a premium vodka that would result in a $28 highball. If anybody was scamming, it was the dancer, not the club.

Enough negative comments on a bad review should be sufficient to get the job done. The reader will learn more from the comments in those cases than from the review. This underscores the need for diligence at the front end. I won't adjudicate a review if I have no way of knowing it is accurate or not, unless it is clearly too lacking in detail to be accepted, or is clearly AI-generated.. I have also slipped at the switch and inadvertently approved reviews I intended to reject as too explicit, but didn't know there was a way to remedy that.

I'm exclusively an afternoon guy. It's hit or miss, so if you have to travel far it's a bigger deal than if you're close (like Center City) or on your way to/from somewhere else anyway (like PHL airport). When it hits there are some attractive amenable women who will get right down to business in either the $20 or $30 rooms (I prefer the privacy of the $30 rooms, with a purse hanging in front of the window). VIP as such doesn't exist and is unnecessary

In all seriousness, somebody made the comment on a Discussion thread a few months ago "Never go to the strip club when you're in a bad mood", or words to similar effect. That resonated with me, and I realized that I make the most bad decisions when I go to the SC to "cheer myself up". It means I'm too desperate to try to make things happen and I'm also almost certain to drink too much.

Wish there was a “like” button for reviews. This one is spot on about the Fantasies experience