My experience at a Strip Bar

On Thursday, August 3, 2006, I was meeting up some friends from Kingston, who have come up to Montreal for pride and for some of the Outgames events and festivities. So, I was able to meet up with them last night, and catch up with them.

First, we went to Club Date, where we had a great time with karaoke. Then, they started heading home, and then we proceeded to Stock Bar, the strip club in the village.

Needless to say, the only reason why I went was because I was a little buzzed from all the beer that I had. I wasn't sick, I didn't throw up, but I was a bit tipsy, and I was feeling good. Under these circumstances, I agreed to go to a strip club.

Here's what I found: The men there all look the same... It's like there's someone backstage who's responsible for getting people to come out on stage, once every 2 - 5 minutes. But, he's responsible for screwing a head onto many copies of the same body, maybe with tattoos moved around. All the strippers looked the same, if you put a paper bag over their eyes. And of course, they look good, since they are probably hand picked by the manager.

I was also offered a dance by one of the strippers there, a private dance... There was a second one who tried to make eye contact, and winked at me, but I believe he just thought I would actually pay him to dance for me... This guy, who was bold enough to strike up conversation with me, got me into the booth, and then I asked, "Is this the part where I pay you?", to which he replied, "Yes." and I said, "I'm sorry, I don't have that much cash on me, but I thank you for the opportunity." and I walked out. I was in the booth for about 10 - 15 seconds, max. Why waste someone's time when he could easily get a lot of easy cash by some rich sugar daddy or working dude who's horny and probably willing to blow anywhere between $20 - $100 for a dance of about 10 - 15 minutes? Did I look like I was the type to blow that amount of cash on a body that looks nice, but I really couldn't have? I always believe that honesty is the best policy, but I guess that's not so much the case in a strip joint. At least they were male strippers though... I really don't think I could have handled female ones.