Eye contact at strip clubs

I went to a gentleman’s club for the first time ever this weekend.  I loved the shoes.  And the fishnets.  And the amazing fake eyelashes.

The guys I was there with said I was totally missing the point.  They were also shocked to learn that the dancers have shoes.  Or eyes for that matter.

Maybe I was missing it, but I have boobs of my own so I can oogle them all I want.  I do not, however, have 7 inch clear platforms that lace up to my knees and have crystals in the heels.

Not yet anyway.


I was also really impressed by the athleticism of some of the women.  I won’t go so far as to say that I’ve never seen pole dancing before, but in person, it’s pretty spectacular.  As someone who is scared of heights seeing naked women shimmy to the top of a pole on a stage and then plummet back down by nothing but the strength of their inner thighs is pretty thrilling.

So I guess you could say I enjoyed it.

Minus the moment where I accidently made eye contact with a good friend who was getting a lap dance.  Let’s just say, I now know the man’s O face.  Awkward