I recently went on a girl’s night out. As you could imagine I was more than excited to spend an evening out with a bunch of girls chit chatting about current events, family, relationships, etc. Surely, reaffirming that I’m not the only one that has “issues.”

Girls night out is like free therapy…that is, if you discount the drinks and dinner. Who can pour out their woes better and more openly than a bunch of tipsy women, eager to be relieved of the stressors of work, husbands, boyfriends, children, and pets?. Just for the record we had a DD….we’re not completely irresponsible!

After dinner we had plans to hit La Bare men’s club in Ft. Lauderdale. I had no problem with this whatsoever, the last time I had seen male strippers was in my late 20′s, so I thought the stripping industry has surely come a long way since the Chippendales.

Ahhhh, was I wrong! In fact, I think the act of male stripping has actually regressed. From the moment I was able to focus my eyes in the dark neon flashing club filled with scantily clad bikini wearing men, I knew I was in for an interesting show.

I had joked earlier to my boyfriend that I needed singles for the strippers. The truth was, that I wasn’t about to give my hard earned money up to a bunch of male stippers! Besides, I’m not single and maybe 20 years ago I would have liked the attention from an exotic male dancer taking a couple of singles out of my cleavage……but I’m pretty sure it didn’t turn me on, even back then.

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I watched with careful attention all the other women in the club. I think our group was probably the most reserved group present. We made a pact when we went in….”what happens in La Bare stays in La Bare.” I’m sure it’s the same pact our husbands and boyfriends make when they walk into any given strip club.

I thought maybe our reservations had more to do with our age and experience, but as I made my observations from my seat, I saw many women my age or older loving the attention. To each his own…who am I to squash somebody’s fun night out?…besides for the most part it’s all harmless flirty fun. If you think about it, they are just doing their job. It’s the women that seem more desperate for the attention.

I wondered who their choreographer was for the club and if they didn’t have one….they were in need of one badly! Some of the men had some moves, but there just isn’t anything sexually arousing to me, watching a man air hump a stage floor or swing around from a leather strap dangling from the ceiling. Who was in charge of this club? Som men were in their own little world upon their dance pedestals, doing their mundane dance numbers off to the side. Lazy strippers!

Personally, I thought this poor little unattractive Native American man crawling across the stage to gather all the stray singles strewn about was more intriguing. What a job…picking up sweaty dollar bills from a filthy floor and they’re not even your tips!

I imagine he stays after when the club’s patrons and dancers have gone home. Sweeping the stage floor and with no one looking on, drops his broom, turns on the music and lights, and dances and swings around the strap hanging from the ceiling.

All in all, it was a great night out and getting to meet some new friends was the most amazing part of the whole night. Would I go back to the club again?…..sure, why not? You should always take every experience for what’s it’s worth. Maybe next time I could loosen up a bit and part with a few singles to help out a struggling artist just trying to make his way through life.