When I visit a strip club...

When I visit a strip club I usually leave feeling one of two ways; (1) pumped up that the trip paid off, especially if I got off or (2) pissed that I wasted the time and money.

My most recent trip to Shenanigan's added a third option: depressed. I used to go here because every once and a while there was a hot dancer worth going next door with for "lingerie modeling", basically jerking off while they dance with varying degrees of enthusiasm. Never had any extras but did manage some good times.

As a general rule, I would not want my co-workers and friends to know about my strip club adventures but as I was sitting there I was thinking, if anyone could see me sitting here their perception would be forever changed. Not changed as in "Oh he goes to strip clubs" changed as in "If he would willingly spend time there he has a serious problem."