Yes my wife would mind. I think it’s much less about seeing naked ladies and more because she hates the fact that titty bars even have to exist. In her opinion, intelligent, educated people shouldn’t be supporting that industry.
She feels the same way about porn.
She’s not really a prude or anything. It never comes up, anyway, so it’s not a major issue.
Personally, I’d be more concerned by my fiancee constantly getting drunk than her actually going to a bar with male strippers.
I haven’t been to a strip club in years, because frankly if there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s a cock-tease. In other words, if a hot woman is getting naked in front of me, it had better be a prelude to a night of wild sex and not as a result of a financial transaction.
A good friend of mine used to work as a bouncer at a strip club, and his stories all basically said that the strippers hated the customers, and they were very bitchy and catty to each other- in fact, the only people they hated more than the customers were the other dancers.
In short, you’d be better off going to a nightclub and hoping some drunken female uni student took an interest in you, with regards to getting anything out of the evening…
My wife explicitly told me when she was going to be out of town that I ought to go down to one of the clubs with my friends. The standing rule is that I can go whenever I like as long as I don’t spend too much and check with her before I go, so she knows where I’ll be. I wouldn’t mind if she did the same, but she’s much happier just renting a stack of Christian Bale or Johnny Depp movies and inviting her girlfriends over.
No offense, FH but they were trying to prime him. They were wondering why he wasn’t acting like a wellspring of money like the other suckers. It’s not “attention” they were giving him in the friendly sense, they were looking at him like I look at a boat that won’t set right. “What do I have to do to this thing to make it work the way I want it to?”
The reason I don’t go to strip clubs all that often (and the reason why my SOs have never had a problem with it) is because I’ve seen the man behind the curtain and it disgusts me.
Dancers pay a fee to the club for the “right” to dance there. That fee lets them work whatever nights they want (alternately, they have scheduled nights and shows). Of course, Sunday-Wednesday are not good nights, so not many people work and those that do, don’t get much money- not too many patrons.
Thursday- Saturday, that’s when the patrons are there, and that’s when the dancers come out. Of course, now you just have the same problem writ larger. many more dancers competing for a limited amount of money. So they will fawn over you and call you “baby” and pretend to be interested in what you have to say, because it’s easier to get $300.00 off one guy over half an hour than it is to get the same amount of money in $20.00 increments, because it takes a lot longer and you’re competing with other dancers for each 20. A dancer, having caught your eye, will corner you and be your best friend and fantasy. She already knows what you like to look at, and if she has to talk to you to keep the clock running (and the money coming) she’ll say whatever you want to hear.
Strippers hate customers. This is not a universal rule, but close enough to it that any SO of mine would wonder just why in the world I actually wanted to go wherever I did.
Mr K and I went together. What fun to see Drunk Mr. K giving dollars to the dancer and say, “I think she really LIKES ME!”
Gag… I’ve been to nudie clubs on company outings when I was in the corporate world, and I never game home horny (well, no more horny than usual), I usually came home depressed.
Sitting around watching girls get paid to take off their clothes and pretend they like it, getting paid to pretend to like the overweight slob drooling over ‘a pair of titties! Look! Titties!’ (and the guy thinking that ‘you know, I think she really liked me’) - there is nothing erotic about it. It’s just sad and pathetic. I’m not a prude or anything, I just dispair sometimes that us guys are that desparate sometimes.
That said - my gf wouldn’t give a rip if I went or not, and I wouldn’t care if she went or not. Both of us think that there are much better things we’d rather spend our money on, however. (hey look, another Frederick’s of Hollywood catalog arrived!)
A good guess, but my husband would tip a lady putting on a show for them quite well, even if he didn’t have any desire to go back to the club for a future visit. (IIRC this club didn’t do lapdances, just stage dancing - probably something to do with local laws/licensing.)
I might also add that even though my wife opposes strip clubs on a “societal level” (if you will), she SHOULD oppose them on a more practical level. She just doesn’t know what goes on there.
Personally, I don’t think it’s respectful of one’s spouse to have another woman to “show me that ass”, or grind on his dick, stick her coochie an inch from his face, rub her tits on his face – much less, use “OUR” money to procure those things. Yeah, been there, done that – ain’t ashamed, but not proud of it either. I’m not lecturing anyone. I just think it’s completely justified that a woman wouldn’t want a husband to be doing that.
I wouldn’t go to nudie bars…I really don’t enjoy them. Back when we were dating, I admit I was a little jealous when my wife’s friend took her to a Chippendales type club, and part of it was me not wanting to make her feel that way.
Maybe things have changed a lot, but all I remember from my last visit from long ago was a group of sad old men, dressed poorly, in a tobacco-beer-vomit stenched room, staring at some poor girl who had to stare at the wall when she couldn’t fake smiling at the hypmotized losers anymore. Especially sexy were the scars and the pancake make-up used to cover up her bruises. I remember thinking ‘WTF am I doing here?’ and leaving.
My guy goes to a strip club occasionally - I don’t have a problem with it. He and his friends have a great night out together and I enjoy the after effects!
I would be very unhappy if Mr. Stuff went to a nudie bar, and vice versa. I don’t like the idea of them, and I don’t like the reality of them, either – at least what I’ve heard about them, never having been in one myself. Mr. Stuff has been to strip joints in the past, but only a handful of times, and never recently. He said as he got older (he’s 45 now), he kept thinking that the girls were someone’s daughters, and it just seemed sad to him, not exciting.
Most importantly to us, we became Christians a few years ago, and try very hard – although I know we don’t succeed all the time – to live throughout the week the way we talk on Sunday morning. Nudie bars should not, in my opinion, be a part of the life of a practicing Christian.
So, yes, I’m a prude, I guess. But one of the definitions on www.m-w.com is “a woman who shows or affects extreme modesty.” And the word itself apparently derives from “good woman.” I can live with that. 