Not enough floor walking for my tastes

Entering Desire, I noticed a surplus of one thing right away: dudes. Can't begrudge that; after all, just means it's a popular place on a Saturday night. But I was hoping to see a dancer to customer ratio to match the significant number of patrons.

The first problem was the number of women who just gathered around guys who were clearly regulars but who weren't getting lap dances. I'm all about regulars spending their money and the club wanting a to maintain a good relationship with such patrons. But these guys were just sipping on a Bud Light or whatever and they'd have one or even two dancers just kinda chillin' with them. Another bummer was when I identified just the kind of chick I was looking for: ugly, dorky, and chesty. Alas, she was a cocktail waitress.

Also, I thought more of the club's space could have been dedicated to stripping and lap dances. The lengthy hallway to the men's room seemed like an inefficient waste and left the rest of the club feeling more crowded than might have otherwise been the case.