Not much to write home about.

I know I had been here before, a few years ago, but it was last Wednesday, I was in Rochester for two days of business meetings. It had just finished raining outside. I was bored. I had already worked out at Planet Fitness and since I was already on Henrietta Road, I gave in to my sad ass penis and went over to Klassy Cat. Paid my cover and ventured in. The club was dimly lit. There was a bar along one wall. The stage was in the back. For about 5 pm on a dreary Wednesday afternoon in August, there were about 5-6 dancers milling around and about the same number of customers. The club does serve food and the menus were prominently displayed. I wasn't hungry and opted for a couple of vodka cranberries.

One girl was on stage, mid to late twenties, fake boobs, brunette hair, and a few bad choice tattoos. Why is there always a dream catcher on the leg? Anyway, the other girls were a mix, two black, one hispanic and I think the remainder were white. The girl on the pole had some definite pole skills, but she would have been better in a jazzercise class than a strip club. Sex and seduction were not her forte. She stayed on the fitness side, even flexing her muscles at one point - I think that was on purpose.

The remainder of the girls were pleasant, friendly. They didn't have a problem coming over and talking to you. Even when they realized I wasnt interested in a dance, they didn't break conversation and run. I wasn't being cheap, but none of the girls were my type. I am always looking for blonde, young, college or girl next door type. That wasn't on the menu that evening. I initially sat at a table that had plastic chairs, but did move to the stage. The girl dancing made her way over to me and did playfully tease me with her g string, but it wasnt doing much. I wasn't even sure if she was actually trying to tease me, or just show me the washing instructions. I did drop her a couple of fives for the effort.