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Sara is a single mom by choice to an over the top kindergartener, Will. She’s chronicling their ups and downs together and what she’s learning about herself at the same time.Read Her Blog "DIY"
As I was driving home after, it made me think of my first ‘experience’ at the male rippers. It was my sister’s stagette, so I think I was maybe 16? I was a late bloomer so I had never seen a peanut (Will’s term) close up before. One of them singled me out – he was called The Entertainer. He did NOT look like Channing Tatum. Good thing I had had a few Schooner beers by that point because he got me to undo his pants with my teeth…and …. boing….out it popped. And then he lay it on my shoulder, like a parrot. Not sure the Entertainer lived up to his name.
That time aside, male strippers can be a riot. I’ve been a bunch of times and it’s always hilarious. The women are in big groups, they generally go ape shit and nothing too seedy happens.
I’ve also been to female strip joints on more than a few occasions with some guy friends. The vibe is decidedly different. You’re not high-fiving the table next to you or rubbing your hands up and down their chests without dropping some coin. That being said, I have no issues with them. My ex and his brother used to go all the time and it just never bothered me. The only part that bugged me was that he was paying $10 for a beer he could get at a bar without boobs for $5. (Oh and it was probably my money but that’s another story…).
So two questions for you. Have you seen Magic Mike? And what are your thoughts on the ripper joints? Do you mind if your spouse goes?