Not going to lie, this place makes me feel uncomfortable.
Last night me and a few friends went to Spearmint Rhino; it's been awhile since I went to a strip club. Over a year and a half in fact, but the feeling of awkwardness and insecurity still fills me when I go to such places. First off, about Spearmint Rhino, the place is fucking huge, I was reminded of Eyes Wide Shut, Vegas style the way people were just sprawled all over the place, minus the orgy though, but it damn near looked like it. There were so many women there it was hard to believe they were all strippers, but I digress. I think my discomfort comes from the fact that past the smoke in mirrors of getting caught up in beautiful naked women, it's all really a cash transaction. These people don't like me, they're just pretending to so they can get money out of me. I don't know why, but the knowledge of that bugs the hell out of me, like those kids who were only your friend in high school because you had a car the whole interaction just seems so... cardboard. So I sat there, hanging out, trying not to make eye contact, the words "no bitch, I do not want to pay $30 for you to grind your ass into my cock and rub fake titties in my face, I can get that for free in so many other places".
Now that I think about it, it's actually quite possible, that the fact it's so handidly given to you turns me off from the whole concept, I like to be the pursuer, not the persuee? (is that a word?)
I stuck it out there for a little over a hour, I thought we were going to leave, but instead Josh decided we should go to Little Darlings for a little while. Fuck me right?
So we go, Josh has to pay for me, because like I said, I refuse to pay for such things, and this is all against my wishes. The atmosphere of this place is a little more comfortable, not as erratic as to the A.D.D. inducing atmosphere that came with Spearmint, we sit down and I kid you not it's like Josh is a worker there stopping by on his day off. Every other stripper knows him well. Apparently there was a time a few months back where Josh was coming here two times a week for two months straight. Pretty fucking funny right?
I've never been into the whole strip club thing, now that i'm single, and more specifically trying to deal with heartbreak, even more so. It doesn't make me forget anything, in fact it makes me more paranoid. Is this what I'm forced to come to? I'm looking too much into it I know, I see Josh next to me talking to the strippers like they're old friends (they probably are, it wouldn't surprise me) and I know that's not really the case. I just don't think the strip club is a place I fit into.
(505)
Now that I think about it, it's actually quite possible, that the fact it's so handidly given to you turns me off from the whole concept, I like to be the pursuer, not the persuee? (is that a word?)
I stuck it out there for a little over a hour, I thought we were going to leave, but instead Josh decided we should go to Little Darlings for a little while. Fuck me right?
So we go, Josh has to pay for me, because like I said, I refuse to pay for such things, and this is all against my wishes. The atmosphere of this place is a little more comfortable, not as erratic as to the A.D.D. inducing atmosphere that came with Spearmint, we sit down and I kid you not it's like Josh is a worker there stopping by on his day off. Every other stripper knows him well. Apparently there was a time a few months back where Josh was coming here two times a week for two months straight. Pretty fucking funny right?
I've never been into the whole strip club thing, now that i'm single, and more specifically trying to deal with heartbreak, even more so. It doesn't make me forget anything, in fact it makes me more paranoid. Is this what I'm forced to come to? I'm looking too much into it I know, I see Josh next to me talking to the strippers like they're old friends (they probably are, it wouldn't surprise me) and I know that's not really the case. I just don't think the strip club is a place I fit into.
(505)