The other night my husband and I started talking about strip clubs. Somehow he was surprised to learn that I would *not* like to go to one. It's not that I have a problem with seeing people naked, it's more that I am easily embarrassed and would be too busy worrying that someone would try to touch me, try to convince me to get a lapdance, or worse. (Before you tell me I'm being ridiculous, let me point out that I have read many of *your* TMI strip club stories and now have a fear of being teabagged in front of an audience).
Also I pointed out that I just don't think I could feel comfortable there because of the germs. Now, I'm not generally a germaphobe, but still. All the talk of strippers picking up items with their vaginas just has me freaked out. To which my husband replied...
"It's like going to Sea World. If you want to see the show, you just have to know that you might get splashed."
A few weeks later, my husband (a Navy submariner) left on deployment. A couple of days into their deployment they stopped and were allowed to leave the boat for a few hours. Most of the guys just went out to dinner since they didn't have much time, but some of them went out to a strip club. They were having fun and Ben (yes that's a pseudonym, and no, not my husband) was even getting a lap dance.
It was all great and wonderful until the stripper leaned over and squirted breastmilk all over his face.
And that? Is why I'll never go to a strip club.
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wow. I think you just killed any kind of notion I had that strip clubs are a good thing
Ooooooh my!!!! hahaha
Hilarious! I will add that to my list of reasons to continue to NOT go to those joints!
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