Quote: (10-25-2010 03:21 PM)kerouac Wrote:
I've been to a few strip clubs, especially when I'm on a cold streak and need a little touch of L'Amour in order to get my mind back in the right places...
Anyway, last time I went, I went alone, and the talk with the stripper went to her asking me if I had a girlfriend, what I do for a living, and stuff like that... and I'm also wondering if this is just to get me in my "comfort stage" in order to loosen up my wallet, or if there is any potential for building something where I can bring one of these strippers back home one day.
At a certain point she was asking me where I lived, and she told me how one of her friends lives close by and that she was only working for the night, having come down from Santa Barbara, etc. Since I've never been with a stripper I can't tell if these cues are, like I said, something to loosen up the wallet or if they're hints at getting together later.
Anyway, if any of you stripclub G's know what's up, let me know!
They're always trying to get you into that comfort zone. There's crucial moments that occur though when you gotta turn it back around on them. What I've learned over the years is that the situation with girls that dance can always sway in either direction and can happen really damn fast.
In your case this would have been my move no joke:
Since she's working to get you all comfortable with the location info and the tale that she's only doing this one night. (Let's be real here, if she was only doing it one night why wouldn't she be hustling? The object is for you to think she's "fresh") Now talk name, HER REAL ONE. No matter what she tells you, act like you don't believe her. Sell it. Call her on her common stripper story. Tell her your old girlfriend who danced at Roxy's in East St. Louis, then moved to Vegas to work at the Rhino then got called to work at 939 in Honolulu and you haven't seen her since but you talk and she just paid cash for a 5-series (get the envy up) used to tell the same stories. Your girlfriend danced as Diamond, but when she started chatting it up told everyone her real name was Vanessa, the whole time her name was Carli with an I. (slutty name envy). Your girl got her tits done in Hawaii and that's not your thing, but she wants to come see you next week. You think you're gonna tell her you're too busy to see her. Girls that dance are some of the most jealous creatures on this planet. You sell that story quickly and well you get her brain going "I'm gonna fuck this bitch's man." At that point it's easy. Omit the last part if the dancer has implants.
Now the closer: Go back to the name and fight her on it. Make her show you an ID. Girls might say they don't have one, but they wouldn't be dancing in there without. Sometimes they got a good fake, and well you just have to accept that. If she heads to the lockers and actually comes back and shows you one, it's your game to lose. Now you just forced comfort out of the norm onto her, and you're both comfy.
Since things are spun your way, it's time for the very simple "Well you don't give a shit about this place, let's get a drink somewhere else" line.
An important thing to note is that I find it tough as hell to go straight from the club she dances at to sex at my house. I've done it, but I bet my numbers are almost 85% when I pull them out of the club and take them for a drink or two elsewhere. Even a good late night restaurant. The better the place the more your chances go up, so no Denny's.
If you go back and it just so happens to be the second night she's dancing and that's it, I give you a 75% chance of getting laid.
Aloha!
