This was the first “real” strip...

This was the first “real” strip club my husband and I attended together. We had been planning this outing for a while and being I am a planner and not a fly-by-seat-of-pants type of girl, I researched. I wanted to make sure we were going to have a great experience for first timers. I must have read the reviews to all the clubs in Atlanta a thousand times and finally decided on Oasis (hubby didn’t care one way or another and trusts my judgment).

We went in around 8 or so and not much action was going on at that point. It started getting pretty busy around 10 and was packed by 11. It was $10 to get in the door. It is basically one big room with one stage in the middle and 2 off to the side. There is one big bar area on one end and a smaller one on the other, right next to a small stage. It had a sports bar feel to it, as there were several TVs on. About 10 years ago I went to the Pink Pony with some work people and from what I remember it was very flashy, but then again, that was a long time ago. I will say I was pretty nervous at that point and was ready for some drinks. Drink prices were about $5 a beer and about $7 or so for mixed. There were I think 2 other couples there as well.

We sat there a bit before a dancer finally came to talk to us. To be very frank, there really was not one dancer that I would have called a 10. I saw a lot of reviews about the Oasis saying most girls were 7-8. I totally disagree. However my version of a 7-8 may be different than someone else’s. I would say 5-6 is more like it. Even my husband stated there really was not one girl he saw that he would want to dance for him. The waitress was much prettier. In fact, there was this one girl, OMG, I had to look away. Gross. But there was a wide range of ethnicity and size of women. Some old, young, big boobs, very little, large butts, no butts…so there is a diverse range for sure. The first dancer that approached us was super young and reminded me of Taylor Swift and so the “hot” vibe immediately went away. I felt like I needed to call her dad to come get her or something. I felt bad so asked her to dance for me and just as I suspected her dance kind of sucked (she said she had only been dancing for 2 months). We continued to span the club and saw one at the bar we both thought was cute. The hubby went and asked her to dance for me and the look on his face as he walked back was like “O hell, she didn’t look like that from far away”. She was older and experienced but I couldn’t stop laughing when she commented “Look, my p***y is in your cleavage!” Which has since become the catch phrase of the year. I should put that on my Facebook status. Third time’s a charm right? Right. One of the few hot girls came and sat down to talk. I had since had several drinks and a couple shots and was open for business. She did one hell of a dance, lots of friction, great eye contact (one thing I didn’t see much of), and a nibble on my neck! It was hot, really hot! I know my hubby loved it and I believe a couple of guys near our table did too. I ended up getting 2 dances from her and my hubby one. I would go tip her while she was on stage and she jiggled my boobs so I flashed her, which apparently is a no-no. My hubby wasn't happy about that. Lesson learned. Maybe I was subconsciously hoping someone would throw me a few bills.