Strange visit...

This is about a visit a while back with an ex-lady friend. It was her second time to a strip club, but she had never had a proper lap dance and was pretty excited. Unfortunately, no one would approach us or come back later when we approached them. I've been there alone and get approached, and she's plenty hot, so it's not like we were some hideous eyesore.

I do like how this club isn't as pushy for dances as some can be, but this night was downright bizarre. We started at a table near the back stage, but these douche bros kept rolling dollar bills into little balls and throwing them at the girls on that stage. Not only was it pretty demeaning (and I'm no saint when it comes to women), but I imagine it's also a pain in the ass to scoop up a bunch of dollar balls instead of being able to stack them flat.

Anyway, I couldn't stomach these trust fund tools (the kind that result when a rich, handsome man marries a vapid, superficial barbie: all the looks and entitlement in the world, but none of their dad's brains) so we moved to a different stage. I normally sit at tables, but since this was pretty new to my lady friend we got seats at the front stage. We got a bunch of ones, and she was politely putting them on the rail for the dancer to take. But they wouldn't touch our money!