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I'm a 21-year-old hetero, two weeks from finishing my tour in Afghanistan, and I have a question about strip clubs. I live in St. Louis and enjoy the pleasures of East St. Louis as often as I can. One of the first things I'm going to do when I get home is get drunk and blow a bunch of money at one of the fine strip clubs there. I have no problem with a hot stripper sucking money from my wallet, but what do I do about strippers who aren't my type? If a less-than-attractive-to-me stripper gets on my lap, what is the best way to get rid of her without her telling all the other girls I'm an asshole?
Soldier Coming Home
I spoke with a very helpful stripper whose professional name, I'm sorry to report, is "Bambi." A stripper and a writer (who isn't?), Bambi divides her time between New York and New Orleans. "Every stripper knows she can't be every guy's personal fantasy," Bambi says, "so professional strippers can handle rejection. We only hate customers who are rude or waste our time when they reject us." Bambi had four nice ways to let a stripper know she's not your fantasy:
1) "I'm sorry, but I'm waiting for another girl." ("This does not have to be true," says Bambi, "but it is a nice way to say no and gives you the air of being someone else's customer.") 2) "I'm sorry, but I prefer blondes/brunettes/redheads." ("Again, it doesn't have to be true, but it's a nice white lie.") 3) "I just got back from a dance. I'll find you when I am ready for another." 4) "I'd be happy to buy you a drink, but I'm not interested in dances right now." ("Most strippers will politely decline the drink.")
Bambi also wanted to share five examples of how not to get rid of a stripper:
1) Don't insult a girl, i.e., "When do the pretty strippers get here?" ("Girls will avoid you if you are mean.") 2) Don't tell a girl to come back in five minutes when you don't mean it. 3) Don't tell a girl that you would rather take her out to dinner than buy a dance. ("Dinner is not going to pay our rent/mortgage or feed our kids. Remember, we're at work.") 4) Don't shake your head no before she even gets "Do you wanna..." out of her mouth. ("Let her finish her sentence. It's two milliseconds out of your life and it makes the rejection seem less harsh.") 5) And finally, whatever you do, don't say, "I'm gay." ("This response is so stupid, I won't bother to explain why. If you can't figure it out, please do everyone a favor and stay out of strip clubs.")
Finally, Bambi wanted to close by letting you know that most strippers enjoy dancing for military guys. "They're usually a lot more disciplined than civilians," says Bambi, "and are better at keeping their hands to themselves when ordered to do so. Have fun!"
I did a stupid thing. I'm a 27-year-old woman in a committed relationship, yet I found myself alone for a long period of time. So I went online, gave a strange man my address, and had him come over and fuck me. I'm not worried about health issues, as everything was safe. What bothers me is how I left my physical safety so open. Who's to say he won't ever come back? Can a woman have a man over for anonymous sex without fear of waking up to frat boys at her door?
Lusty Eager Woman Dismayed
That depends, LEWD. If the man you had over for anonymous sex was one of the good guys--the kind of guy who wouldn't lie to someone he's never going to see again about his STD status; the kind of guy who wouldn't remove or "lose" a condom during sex; the kind of nonmisogynistic guy who will remember a woman fondly for indulging him in NSA (no strings attached) sex, and not resent her for it; the kind of guy who will refrain from sharing your address with frat boys or, worse yet, showing up again himself, perhaps drunk, sometime when he hasn't been invited--then, sure, a woman can have a man over for anonymous sex without fear. Provided, again, that he's one of the good guys.
Unfortunately for you, LEWD, only time will tell if the guy you fucked was one of the good guys. Anonymous sex can be hot, and the internet has made it easier than ever for people to hook up for NSA encounters, but there's always a catch. And for anonymous sex the catch is this: You often can't tell if the guy you're fucking is a nutcase until after he's fucked you. So all anonymous sexual encounters involve some risk, LEWD, and consequently fear will always be a part of the package.