Shotgun Willie's - Proving that Looking Good Just Isn't Enough

My buddy and I arrived at Shotgun Willie's around 9:00 on a Friday night. I was immediately surprised by how abandoned the place seemed. The customer to staff ratio had to have been at least two to one, if not three. This is usually a good thing, but in a strip club, it really sucks because it adds a level of desperation that isn't usually there and it leads to hustle that really isn't the least bit charming.

The club is clean. There are multiple stages, and almost all of them have poles. I think they had five stages going. Immediately upon arriving, I was greeted by the dancer closest to the stage who asked if she could put her boobs in my face. "Sure!" As she was knocking her knockers against my cheeks, she leaned down and whispered in my ear, "I just got in from Vegas today. If you'd like, I can share my 'Vegas menu' with you." I'm pretty sure I know what that means, and - well - let's just say that I believe she was offering services that I'm not in the market to purchase. It was a fitting beginning to the couple of hours that we spent at Shotgun Willie's.

We spent a little time sitting at a stage, then we moved to a table. One of the girls came along and told us that she prefers the bar outside, so we accepted her invitation to go to the T-Bar and buy her a drink. It turned out to be a pointless endeavor. My buddy and I went out there, bought her a drink, grabbed ours, and she proceeded to show exactly zero interest in either one of us. Pity. The body language and behavior was so obvious (sort of like disgust, to be honest - especially off-putting in a strip club) that we went back inside the club.