I know, I know…I’m probably breaking some cardinal rule by talking about Vegas. But, I strongly feel it’s important for women to know it’s entirely okay to get your freak on and explore that seedy side of our curiosity that society tends to turns its nose at…the strip club.
Ah yes, let’s talk about the glorious, glorious strip club. Yep, I’ve been in a few. What? You think they’re just for men? Why? Because 9.9 times out of 10 when one is depicted on television or in the movies, men are in the audience and women are on stage? Well get out of that suppressive thinking box and live a little.
Before I go any further, I should stress I’m not going to be doing any heavy moral diving with this post. I’m not going to tell you it’s right or wrong to go to a strip club. That is for you to determine for your own comfort level. Sunday Boyfriend is first and foremost about comfort. Nor am I going to spend a lot of time discussing the whole objectifying beauty issue. As our society, as a whole, is so totally infatuated with the idea of defining what beauty is or isn’t, sorting out all the nuances of this issue would take forever. Rather, I just want to talk about how delicious my Vegas Sunday Boyfriend is and why I see him.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not going to tell you that a women’s strip club is some sort of plush establishment with fluffy chaise lounges, sweet smelling oxygen pumped into the air, soft candle light, and Kenny G on the stereo. Ah, no. Strip clubs, no matter for men or women, are dimly-lit dives. And they work better that way. Think about it. If you need to fulfill that need to be a little dirty, then a dark, dingy environment helps the overall experience.
And that brings me to my Vegas Sunday Boyfriend. He is always there for me…at the strip club. Sure, every time I visit he may have gotten a little taller, or a little shorter than the last time. And he may have been blonde with blue eyes during one visit and had brown hair and brown eyes on the next, but yep, he’s always there for me. There with a great smile; a great tan; and a very lovely six pack. Yep, he’s my always-there-to-fulfill-my-salacious-side Sunday Boyfriend.
I’ve been visiting my Vegas Sunday Boyfriend on and off for the last ten years. The first time we met, I’ll admit, I was a bit nervous. Not because I hadn’t been in a strip club before, but I’d never been in a Vegas strip club. And there is a difference. In Vegas, the higher end strip clubs offer special packages to cater to your overall strip-groove experience. You want to arrive in a limo? Check. You want a private table in the corner? Check. You want non-stop champagne service? Check. You want everyone to call you Ginger? Check.
And here’s a little advice if you’ve never been to a Vegas strip club and want to try one. Go with at least one friend who has been to one before. In my experience, it’s better to be in the company of someone who knows the ropes. I was with a group of colleagues for a conference during my first Vegas Sunday Boyfriend experience. This was one of the planned activities I knew I wanted to attend. When we arrived, based on some of the women’s reactions, it was clear that some were strip club newbies and some were veterans. Even though I was a tad overwhelmed when I first arrived, I definitely wanted to be there. I knew it would be a better experience if I sat next to a veteran, so I did. And I was right.
I had already learned to let go of the preconceived notion that good girls don’t go to strip clubs (because going to a strip club doesn’t make you good or bad), but this was Vegas and I was at a whole new level. Now men in strip clubs usually are fit, but in Vegas…they are über fit and extremely outgoing. They are, dare I say, sweetly aggressive. Every one of them will make a point to come up and talk to you and seem to hang on every word you say. Every one of them will tell you that you are beautiful. Now, I know the object is to get your money and they will do anything to get it. Please…I’m not an idiot. But this is where learning from a veteran is key. You need to remember a strip club’s function is to sell fantasy. So knowing everyone there is suspending reality really goes a long way with enjoying your overall experience. So what if all the men stretch the truth a bit…you aren’t there for the truth. You are there for the fantasy. And your fantasy is your fantasy. But as with all Sunday Boyfriends, you need to have good communication. Even Vegas Sunday Boyfriends need to know your boundaries, so speak up. Even though you know they are blowing sunshine up your skirt (so to speak), you are in control and setting the tone. I suppose that’s why I like my Vegas Sunday Boyfriend…because with him I’m always in control.
The other thing I learned from a veteran, is similar to what I’ve shared with you about being choosy when selecting a Sunday Boyfriend. All potential Vegas Sunday Boyfriends will come up and talk to you, but if you see one that seems to fit your dirty bill, then go for that one. There is nothing wrong with being choosy.
Here’s hoping all of us can step out of our suppressive thinking boxes and learn how to let go and take control of our own comfort and fantasies.
As always, be good to yourself, your Sunday Boyfriends, and stay comfy.
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