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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I don’t even know where to start. Motherlover went to the strip club with $300 and couldn’t even get laid. I’ve been to Tijuana a ton, so maybe I’m jaded, since you can get laid there for $50, but $300 even in Vegas should get you a blowjob at the least.
And cried? He fricking cried? I mean, whores are gross degenerates and all, but they know what they’re getting into. Even the one a couple days ago that got a stye from a John spitting in their eye didn’t get this upset.
Strip clubs are fricking awesome. It’s the most degenerate place on Earth, and no one cares. My favorite thing to do at a strip club is to get two dancers to compete for the tip, then when they’re done, rip up the $20, throw it at both of them and say split it. I’ve gotten thrown out of several clubs for doing it, but enough blow and who fricking cares.
Long story short, this guy is literally the biggest kitty ever.
EDIT: also, imagine being married and doing all this without telling your wife. I’m not even married, but if I go to a strip club, I tell the gussy, and she’s cool with it as long as I’m honest.
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You'd be surprised, at Sapphire's in Vegas for example you need to blow a grand plus to bang a stripper. My buddy went through $1500 in about an hour there.
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What an r-slur
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