smiles at him. 
I've never had a moral objection to strip clubs. If two consenting adults want to exchange money for sexual teasing, who am I to stop them? But I did have a financial objection to strip clubs. The drinks are obscenely expensive, there's plenty of free/inexpensive porn online, and tipping is awkward even when there's no nudity involved.
Later, when I approach a girl, she smiles at me. Girls don't smile at me. Guys don't smile at me. My approach is not something at elicits smiles. But when I walk up to this girl she smiles like I just made her night because she was hoping I'd talk to her.
I think back to that night now, and I cry. I cry because of how happy it made me, and how that contrasts with my day to day life.
I cry because, in my nervousness, I think I forgot to even tell this girl my name. And even if I did tell her, she wouldn't remember it by now.
I'm having a really hard time processing these feelings, and I don't know who to talk to. I want to talk to my wife about it, but I don't know how. I love her, and I don't want to hurt her. I don't want her to think that I don't find her attractive, because I do. I don't want her to think that I doubt her love, because I don't. But I don't know how to explain that the feelings I felt in that strip club were powerfully different than what I feel at home.
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Do I have an obscure idea about strip clubs? I don't go to get turned on or get attention from the strippers. I go there to be a pig. I go there to hoot and hollar and get drunk while some broad shakes her clam in my face, maybe throw a couple dollars around. It's not even sexual, it's hilarious.
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Nah, I think you have the right idea. Guys who use strippers as a substitute for affection are one bad day away from raping a college student.
Only time I went to a strip club was to provide cover for my friends who had the bright idea to bring their fiancΓ©es. A girl made her clit move hands free in front of my face before smashing my head in her tits and I laughed like a naughty schoolboy but it didn't turn me on.
I also caused a stripper to go off on a massive, pissed off rant at me that night, but I'm tired of blogposting.
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I had a buddy that fell in love with strippers, and would fall for their bs. It was sad. He finally wised up.
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If you were tired of blogposting you shouldn't have mentioned that bit. You clearly want somebody to ask you to elaborate, so elaborate already!
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