Big fat disclaimer: I am not drawing any correlations or making any judgments on either strippers or Hooters waitresses. I fully understand that they are two very separate professions, and that their work experiences and required skills may be very different.
That being said, I think there is at least one thing that they may have in common. Men often times become more aroused sexually around these women than they would be in other facets of their life. The discussion here prompted me to start thinking about this topic; it may very well have been discussed before, but hey, there’s about 5000 more people on here than the last time I bothered to look at the population, so maybe there’s some new insight here.
Anyway, here’s the questions I have, either for people who have dated/are dating a stripper/Hooters waitress, know/knew one, or are/were one.
Ever dated a customer? Seems to me that the combination of alcohol and alluring women would do wonders for the courage of the average guy. Do you find that men ask you out more when you’re at work than when you’re out on the street or at parties (or basically anyplace other than work)? Or conversely, have you found that men become more intimidated around you?
Have you found yourself getting kinda cynical about men? Would you rather punch us than give us the beer we just paid for?
Ever felt like your job was the main reason someone asked you out?
Were you a different person when you were at work than when you were elsewhere?
That’s pretty much all I can think of right now. I’m sure some will get upset about this, and of course that is not my intention. But it does seem to me that these professions do sometimes put the people who work them into odd situations. At times they’re lambasted, and at others they’re basically drooled upon. I find that intriguing, being a civil service drone. I’m always lambasted.
Oh, and another disclaimer: While I am genuinely interested in this discussion, I make no formal promise not to use any beneficial knowledge contained herein for my own personal use. I’m a nice guy, but I’ll take any edge I can get.
I met my husband as a dancer. I gave him my phone number without him even asking. He made me laugh.
When I was dancing (this was 6 years ago), I found that I was asked out more outside of work. Yes, I think that most men are somewhat intimidated by dancers, at least in that environment.
Not really, well, maybe at first. Then I realized that most men are there out of loneliness or as a male-bonding thing. There weren’t ulterior motives, everything was out on the table. I wanted money, and they wanted to drink and see tits.
Yes, but those people were easy to avoid.
Oh yes. If I had been my usual moody, beligerent self, I wouldn’t have made any money.
Okay, I never worked as a stripper or at an actual Hooters, but I used to bartend/cocktail during college at a bar where my required uniform was black hot pants, a backless, sleeveless tux shirt, fishnets and high heels. Does that qualify?
Yes, I dated customers.
I don’t feel like I got asked out more at work, I do feel like I got HIT ON more at work. Understand the difference?
Men are always intimidated by me. Work was irrelevent.
Nah, same ratio of decent guys to asshole guys as anywhere else.
Well, sure, but those are the guys that you don’t go out with. There were certainly chicks there that didn’t have much more going on than some T&A. Let THEM go out with the guys that just wanted to date a Stix girl.
Hell, yeah! It’s the service industry! We’re nice to you, you give us money. That’s the deal, bub.
Flyp, not sure if it clicked, but Nym went to SIU too. The same Stix I’m sure. Perhaps you two have already examined this customer/server dynamic in explicit detail :)?
No, as far as I can remember, the girls do not still wear those outfits. The uniform, the last time I was there, consisted of a green Stix t-shirt and a suitably short and tight pair of shorts.
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When I was dancing (this was 6 years ago),
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Umm, would you like to share with us, where? The odd thing was, when i met you at your party (you did not meet me, but I met you ) I had the strange feeling I had met you before.
A dancer gave me her number once. It wasn’t at the club she worked at, it was at just a regular dance club (‘Unfiltered’ in Deep Ellum, it’s no longer around). She was a friend of a friend…I never got around to calling her, I found out from my friend later that every time she saw her she asked about me, not because she particularly liked me, but because I never called! I was apparently the first guy she ever expressed interest in who didn’t fall over himself trying to get a date with, and it worried her!
Not being a dancer, I can’t address any of your questions. But being a regular-to-semiregular patron of one place in particular in northern Virginia, I have some insights:
[ul][li]The most-dancers-are-hookers statement is just plain false. Most of the women I got to know were either raising money for college, were single moms, or just trying to make a living. Besides socializing a little after their sets, most dancers head home or maybe go out for a few drinks with their co-workers.[/li]
Now, I have run into dancers that were hookers, but at topless bars out of the area. A couple of them have propositioned me to do something after their shift, but they were quite clear that they wanted $$$ for it. I ran into these types at places that permitted lap dances. But at look-but-don’t-touch places like those in DC and Virginia, there was none of that.
[li]Most of them are normal psychologically, even though I have met a few that are a little unbalanced.[/li]
[li]The one dancer I dated (one date) I asked out because I thought she was cute and she liked talking to me. On our date (at an amusement park), she and I just looked like any other couple. I certainly didn’t do anything to let anyone know that I was dating an exotic dancer.[/li]
[li]Some do have plastic surgury, as they see it as an investment. I don’t really care for augmented breasts, unless they are really needed. (One woman, after breastfeeding her child, became rather saggy. Hers were needed.)[/li]
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