I Didn't Want to Go Home

When my marriage was falling apart and my wife didn't want to have anything to do with me, I found refuge in the strip club here in town. A couple friends and I would go to the club once a month for a lunch-time get-together, but until that point, I had never went there by myself.

What I found out was, I wasn't the only guy there by myself. I realized that when work was over and I didn't want to go home to face the "Ice Princess", I could go to the strip club. I could go in there by myself and sit at a small table in the dark, get a drink (usually a Coke) and feel comfortable. If I did that at an Applebee's or something, I'd feel stigmatized about being there alone. At the strip club, I could sit, listen to music and look at pretty girls for as long as I wanted.

They wanted to talk to me; they wanted to sit on my lap. They were giving me all the attention I wasn't getting at home.

Yeah, I knew that it was just a business transaction in the end, but for 3 or 4 hours, twice a week, I wasn't being ignored or denied a sense of touch. I wasn't happy, but I wasn't miserable either. For me, that was what I needed to help me get through a very rough time in my life.

What can I say, strippers saved my life

I Never Went by Myself

I've been to a few strip clubs. A friend and I used to go in high school after skiing, because most of the strip clubs in town didn't ID very often, and we wanted a beer at midnight on Wednesday. I never went by myself, and quite frankly have always found the premise ridiculous. You go to the one place in town you are least likely to meet a woman you can have an interaction with, then get aroused by watching women dance naked, then leave with your men friends. The last time I went I recall very clearly. I went to a strip club for lunch with a guy that I went to University with. The excuse was they had a lunch and beer special. I left when my sister came on stage. My sister recently passed away at the ridiculously young age of 37.