This is the story of the time I attempted to pick up a stripper while she was working her shift at a gentlemen’s club. I failed at this attempt. As you read my story, try to figure out where it went wrong.
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I showed up with two buddies. We went to the upper floor where the crowd is usually less raucous at strip clubs than on the ground floor. The waitress sat my friends at a table while I grabbed a stool at the small bar and sat there. The bar was closer to the stage my target would be dancing on, about fifteen feet off, but not so close that I would be obligated to watch her dance and feed her singles.
I knew my target peripherally. She was an acquaintance of a friend. We had briefly crossed paths at a party once, but I was dating someone seriously at the time and didn’t bother making an obvious move on her. But I had flirted and she had reciprocated my flirting. At the strip club, I did not expect her to recognize me, and even if she did I figured she wouldn’t come running over to say “Hi” because most strippers don’t like to mix “real world” with “writhing naked on a stage world”.
I ordered my drink ($10 Miller Lite) and chatted with the female bartender. I made sure not to look over at the stage for longer than a glance and kept my attention focused on the bartender and a dancer who had come by to join our conversation. I was the only man sitting at the bar. The rest were gathered in semi-circles around the two stages admiring the dancers like live artwork. Every couple of minutes one of the guys would stand and march toward the stage for extra special attention in the form of the girl waving her crotch inches from his face. The herbier guys would say “thank you” and put the singles in her garter or even in her hand, as if giving her a present. The rougher looking guys would smirk and put the singles in their mouths and the girl would pull the bills out with her cleavage or ass crack.
My target, Redbush, came up behind me and warmly said hi. She did recognize me. She was one of those girls who looks radically better with makeup and wearing little clothing.
After brief intros, I mentioned that I was there for a bachelor party but that this scene isn’t normally my thing. She noticed my bold pinky ring and asked me about it. Strippers are drawn to shiny happy things like petite pierced noses to coke lines, so I made sure to wear a lot of peacocking jewelry that night.
“Where’d you get that ring? It looks cool.”
“An ex gave it to me. Supposedly the ring signifies some kind of secret club that all ballet dancers belong to. I never gave it back after we broke up because I think it looks good on me.”
She pressed her index finger and thumb around my ring and giggled. I told her to be careful, it has special powers that cause girls to obsess over me. I then ran a pre-Style original ring routine on her. It was not as refined as Style’s version would be, but it got the job done. Her eyes glittered with attraction. I mentioned that of the two of us, I was sporting the hotter jewelry, and proved this by putting my ring against her necklace. This maneuver gave me an opportunity to break the physical barrier, not the easiest thing to do when your target is a stripper in the middle of her shift.
We talked for about ten minutes, then she said it was her turn to dance and I should come over to watch. She pointed at the stage she would soon be gyrating on. I nodded and flashed my patented half-smirk. Patented, folks.
Naturally I would not be going over to the stage like every other hard up loser. Although the girls are the ones naked before the men, they have all the power. This is something feminists don’t understand, but then feminists aren’t very smart. Walking over to the stage to watch her dance and give her dollars would have been the equivalent of neutering myself and dangling the detached sack from her rearview mirror like lucky dice. I stayed put at the bar and turned my back on Redbush, only looking over for a second to smile at her. She had a pretty vagina, her labia just the right size (no more than a 1/4 inch extended outward and right and left lobe symmetrical) and her sensibly trimmed pubes as bright red as her hair.
It is erotically electrifying to experience the juxtaposition of the nakedness of a girl you have just been talking with in a normal manner while she was partially clothed. It’s similar to how a businesswoman walking crisply down the street could blow your mind if she pulled you into an alley and ripped off her starched blouse and skirt.
After her dance, she walked up behind me, panties and bra back on, and put her hand on my shoulder.
“You didn’t see me dance! I was right over there.”
“Oh, wow, I missed it. Guess I was wrapped up in the fun over here.”
“Hey, my shift ends soon. I’ll be next door at the pub if you want to stop by for a drink.”
“Sounds good.”
She disappeared. I remained at the bar for another half hour, enjoying the anonymity of the new dancers who had just taken the stage. After a couple of Miller Lites and not one single dollar spent on a dancer, I told my buddies I was heading over to the pub to meet one of the strippers for a nightcap. I didn’t want them coming with me because I knew at that late hour the pub would not have enough female patrons to occupy my friends. They would be reduced to hovering around me and my stripper.
At the pub, she was sitting alone against the bar, sipping (chugging really) a draft beer. I sat next to her. The music was loud, and made louder by the emptiness of the bar. I counted six people, including us and the doorman. She wasn’t smiling. A blue funk had draped down her face. Perhaps she was tired. We made some small talk, but it felt like too much work. The words, the fun, the smiles, weren’t coming as effortlessly. I felt myself chasing her response, initiating every new topic to draw her into our little bubble of love.
The doorman whisked by us and she talked with him for a few seconds. He left, and she turned to me. “I’m going to go now.” She eked out a wan smile, abruptly twisted her hips, and marched out the door. I never saw her again.
I’m gonna go with the fact that you followed her lead in ANYTHING, and allowed her to lose her “good day at work” buzz. You could’ve met her outside on the street at a safe location, I guess. SOMETHING happened to remind her she was just a sex worker in a seedy bar sucking down a beer, rather than Goddess Gaia Princess paid to display the Eternal Feminine to the unwashed yet adoring masses. Too bad for her.
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In the smallest possible way, you let her take the lead when she suggested meeting you at the bar. When you went to her, you were effectively chasing her. You should have told her you might not be able to make it and taken her number instead and then called her a couple of days later for a date. The date should have been something easily identifiable as classy. Strippers like that. Not seedy empty bars. Should have taken her to a major exhibit at a museum. Either that or you should do something totally non sexual and cozy with them like play scrabble. Makes them feel human.
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tough one. letting her choose the Grog instead of taking the lead?
RIP, JPs…
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Mistake = You ordered a Miller Lite?
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Aside from trying to engage her in conversation at the Grog instead of sitting back and making her contribute, I don’t know if you did anything wrong. Sounds like she and the doorman were hooking up. JP’s and the Grog (both gone now) were only a few doors down from each other. He probably appealed to her because he was also part of the mizu shobai.
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@Feministx – Excellent take, dammit.
(Normally I skip your caterwhaling.)
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This goes along with your “overqualify” thing. She’s a stripper who just got off her shift who has been working for a while, obviously she is into you, and considering the type of people strippers usually are, I doubt she invites people to the bar next door unless she is looking for some action. Therefore, I think you screwed up by waiting a half an hour. You just gave her a chance to get tired and anxious, and in the end this backfired. You were already in, you didn’t need to wait any longer than 5-10 minutes before heading over.
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umm.. she was *working* at JPs, so in a professional flirt mode there and off-shift at Grog. Maybe she *thought* she wanted to talk to you off-site after the rings routine, but when she got there all her faux-feminine stripper energy was gone, leaving a tired shell. her state changed radically – not much to do with you.
or, if that’s true, maybe she expected you to take charge and show more energy. if the music was too loud or she didn’t respond to the same chat game that she did at JPs, maybe you needed to escalate and lead the interaction. if you were both tired and drunk, that was maybe a bridge too far for that night.
it may depend on the fact that you knew her, kind of, in the real world – and what the deal was there. (was there attraction, history, etc.) that’s rare in that context, and the fact that you handled it coolly must have been impressive. maybe she was waiting for you to address her real-world self – maybe that’s what she wanted you to do in the other place. but you may have done that – not clear from context.
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“Hey, my shift ends soon. I’ll be next door at the Grog if you want to stop by for a drink.”
Mistake: “sounds good.”
Better: “Hmmm… Grog. I’m in the mood for someplace more lively. I have a place in mind. I’ll meet you outside in ten, okay?”
Take a taxi to Chi cha lounge. Lead her to the bar and order a pisco sour for you and a mojito or batida for her. Salsa music in the background, presumably: “I bet you didn’t know I was a dancer, too. Follow me.” Teach her a touch of salsa. Spin her a bit. Then attempt the G manifesto champagne close.
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p.s. yeah, RIP JPs. there was a fire there a year or two ago. i used to go there with my peeps once in a while, 04-05 timeframe, and we always preferred upstairs as well.
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Mistake:
“”“Hey, my shift ends soon. I’ll be next door at the Grog if you want to stop by for a drink.”
“Sounds good.”
She disappeared. I remained at the bar for another half hour…”””
Thats my shot at it. Now I wasn’t there but those 30 mins you waited she probably had already some drinks in here system(you said she was chugging.) She was probably dissappointed that you took so long. Most likely she was hoping on going to Grog right after, or you leading the way to a better place.
BTW..Thats a nice picture, perfect spot. Lamp post and all.
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The 30 minutes allowed a major state change, but that would’ve happened anyway after 20 minutes even if you’d been there spitting game.
Everyone collapses after a performance. The social part of your brain just needs to rest. Whatever temporary hyper awareness you have of social cues while you’re on stage requires a recuperation afterward. Open secret: actors hate after parties. They’re for using the temporary status boost to get laid.
Best bet would be to drop hints about cool plans, do the “are you shy?” bit to get her to ask for your number, etc.
The other alternative would be to take her somewhere comfortable; when recuperating like that, she could of really used a beer, a couch, and a movie. If you’re going that route, ignore her for the first 30 minutes she’s at your house, just to set up that you’re not desperate to get in her pants.
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Jinx has it right. She’s a stripper. Her identity is heavily invested in the fact that men throw themselves at her, act like morons to get her attention, and hand her money, sometimes with their teeth to prove their admiration.
you tried too hard, or rather, you gamed her too hard. you overqualified yourself in a way. deep down she may be hotter, but she knows that she’s a stripper; she doesn’t have the pick of the litter when it comes to alpha males. if you wanted to get in her pants, you should have cut her wait down to 10 minutes as jinx pointed out, keeping her ego intact.
you already made the connection. strippers are like emus, drawn to bright, shiny things having very short attention spans. she got out of “roissy mode”, and settled her mind on hanging out with the doorman probably snorting lines of coke off his dick.
i don’t think it has anything to do with allowed her to take the lead. she submitted to you. she came up to you even though you guys had a fleeting encounter in the past. she invited you to Gorg’s. she was doing all the chasing. the problem isn’t that you failed to follow the aloof alpha male model, the problem is that you followed it too strongly.
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Also, the girl in the photo looks really familiar. Is her name Chris (short for Christina)?
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DC Gentleman’s Clubs have a weird dynamic. Which is really your first mistake.
Here is a expert critique:
“I showed up with two buddies.”
Always roll Dolo to Gentleman’s Clubs.
“I grabbed a stool at the small bar”
Great move
“because most strippers don’t like to mix “real world” with “writhing naked on a stage world”.”
Don’t Generalize Exotic Dancers. They can be as different as Civilian Girls.
“I ordered my drink ($10 Miller Lite)”
Never drink Beer in Gentleman’s Clubs. You want to separate yourself and seem like a Man of Style and Taste. Not like an everyday chump who never picks up Exotic Dancers. Drink a cocktail. 2 ingredients max.
“chatted with the female bartender. I made sure not to look over at the stage”
Great move.
“I was the only man sitting at the bar.”
This is why you sit at the bar.
‘After brief intros”
Always use “two kiss greeting” on Exotics.
“I mentioned that I was there for a bachelor party but that this scene isn’t normally my thing. ”
Bad move. This is what everyday guy says. Bachelor parties are repellent for swooping Exotics. Saying “the scene isn’t your thing” is a step backward as well.
Ring Move: Ok, not bad.
“Hey, my shift ends soon. I’ll be next door at the Grog if you want to stop by for a drink.”
Never let her choose the spot. Rookie move. Always take her to a place you have on lockdown.
All in all typical rookie Gentleman’s Club moves.
I wrote a definitive piece on Swooping Exotics a long time ago:
http://www.thegmanifesto.com/2005/10/101905-g-manifesto-tip-of-week.html
Also, Mistakes to avoid:
http://www.thegmanifesto.com/2007/12/top-ten-strip-club-mistakes.html
(Not trying to prop out myself or anything, I have just written the best pieces out there on the subject)
– MPM
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It’s clear what happened here. She’s good at her job (as a stripper). She noted that you weren’t spending money at the club (for all strippers this shows a guy that thinks he’s special and wants to be “coaxed” into “buying a dance” or coming up to the stage because in HIS mind then it isn’t desperate, he’s doing it for the dancer who likes him) So she allowed you to talk her up as much as you wanted and even threw in an invite to get your hopes up (and maybe she DID like you a little and wasn’t sure) Strippers are smart enough to know that you isolate a non-spender into spending by making it as though you are “his stripper” now when he’s there and that he has some sort of edge over the other customers.
She may have also had interest in you, which is hard to tell because it is a strippers job to feign interest in you.
I’m not saying this to be insulting, but what happened is that in the noise and the lights of the strip club her “club” personality and your “club” personality intermingled well…. she thought maybe you were cool (even though you didn’t spend money)
You show up for the drink and now that she doesn’t have to “feign interest” her personality is different and she simply requires more than what is essentially “shit-talking” to hold her interest in a real-life encounter. You clearly failed to impress her on a one to one level.
You were, however at a disadvantage since she’s propositioned 10,000 times per night by men of all walks of life and by the time you got time alone with her she was also tired, feeling gross and sweaty, and not very responsive in general.
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I’ll give my vote to the idea that you waited too long to head next door to meet her. You should have been over there in about 5-10 minutes. She crashed and lost her enthusiasm for you. The doorman probably had an 8-ball in his pocket for the two of them to split at then end of his shift, and in the time that she was waiting for you, she decided that that’s what she’d rather do.
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Your fundamental problem was that you were trying to pick up a stripper. Now, don’t get me wrong; strippers make for a fine night of drunken gentlemanly entertainment. One should never engage one outside of her place of employment, however. Their eyes are dead, their brains atrophied, and their souls lost, for the most part. They have been beaten down by society, and generally cannot function in any normal social situation. The odds were stacked against you my friend, and you should be thankful that they were. You would have regretted any time you spent with her (and really regretted the herpes).
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I agree that feministx nailed it.
(Which doesn’t particularly surprise me. She’s good at picking up chics and understanding different types.)
Basically since you’d created such a good impression in her strip club, which was quite a triumph, you shouldn’t have allowed a chance for that to run downhill. You’d already established yourself as sexually and emotionally interesting, and no chump. The next step as feministx said was to establish you took her seriously outside of being a sex object and could add to her life outside of sex as well.
However it wasn’t necessarily fatal to go meet her at the next venue, even though it turned out that way. You were clearly emotionally chasing her at the Grog and not even getting inside her head. That was what was fatal. You should have negged her re her tiredness. Made that her responsibility. Then have comforting and empathetic insights. I.e. let her know that it’s her that couldn’t perform at that stage, but then that she didn’t have to.
Getting her to share about her non stripping life would be important. Rapport building was at this stage key. If you could then lift her mood with some more performing and joking stuff, you’d be in for sure. Then setting up a specific smart interesting type date keyed off what she’d shared with you, but not throwing money at her, could work. That would signal that you take her seriously outside sex alone (while doing nothing to make her feel the sex with you wouldn’t be hot).
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@GMan – no secret what inspires you to make a long post. I will take a look at the links. but – why do you think DC clubs have a weird vibe? is it because of the nature of the city and its inhabitants?
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“Should have taken her to a major exhibit at a museum.”
Not a bad move.
I have done it many times.
Make sure she doesn’t touch the painting or sculptures.
She will try.
– MPM
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…… ($10 miller light) ……
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maurice
“why do you think DC clubs have a weird vibe? is it because of the nature of the city and its inhabitants?”
Many reasons.
Here goes:
Full nude and alcohol. (not necessarily a bad thing, but rare)
No lap dances. (again not necessarily a bad thing, but rare).
Not many girls working at a time. (Rhino is vegas has 100’s of girls working)
The weird interaction of going up and giving the girls a single.
Not a lot of action when you post up to the bars.
Girls generally don’t hang out with patrons or drink. They are on stage then in dressing room.
The set ups are terrible. Sitting down anywhere but the bar is horrific.
Super crowded. No arbitrage. Gentleman’s Clubs are always better with minimal guys. Better to go to DC ones during the day.
They are super small typically.
The girls are from way way outside the city for the most part. Meeting up with them after work is more difficult than if they lived close.
That’s all for now.
– MPM
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Flashman more or less nailed it (so to speak)
– MPM
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First impression: The coke had worn off and the booze had begun to take hold. For serious users this produces a major phase-shift in personality.
There may have been other factors at work here but there does not need to be. Just the fortunes of war…
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I’ll agree w/ Anonymous…$10.00 Miller lite.
Yes, I understand gentlemen clubs often have expensive drinks…but if you’re gonna pay $10+ for alcohol, at least make it a Single Malt Scotch or top shelf Bourbon.
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The girl in the picture is very pretty!
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her sensibly trimmed pubes as bright red as her hair.
What Peter bait. He must not be reading today.
As to why the pickup failed, I’m leaning toward Rum’s chemical explanation.
Flashman’s theory has its appeal but it just seems that her mood drop happened independent of Roissy’s actions.
“I bet you didn’t know I was a dancer, too.” — nice touch Flashman.
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The mistake was admiring her pussy (literally).
The rest just followed from that.
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Rum–
That is very possible as a factor, as in maybe a 50% chance. Lessened somewhat by her being a friend of a friend of Roissy’s. Even if she wasn’t up via uppers, the strip club atmosphere, and what works at her job, had her up and she was definitely crashing at the Grog.
However, I think a lot of us took that into account. I did.
That wouldn’t make her ungameable.
I’m not sure it would have been doable to get her into another high voltage venue (that’s your venue) that night as G-Manifesto and Flashman advocate. She’d be tempted but maybe know she’d crash too much to want that. Not bad to try to steer her that way. Actually a bit of nose candy on her or you wouldn’t hurt for that.
That’s why I went feministx approach as choice 1, and then as choice 2, non chasing rapport building (after a light neg making her being down at the bar she chose her fault not yours) aimed at getting her to reveal her non stripping interests and life, followed by playful joking stuff to take her back up, enough. And then the classy but cheap specified date.
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Rum
“First impression: The coke had worn off and the booze had begun to take hold.”
This is very possible, but also could have helped matters.
DC Gentleman’s Clubs are not know as cocaine dens as opposed to California Gentleman’s Clubs (Northern or Southern).
You rarely see any powder dealers in DC clubs.
Either way, it would have been a smooth move if Roissy pulled out a bullet, or went for a Split E-Tab Close.
– MPM
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the woman in the photo might be pretty, but the photographer’s settings washed out her skin and face. S/he should move the “exposure compensation” setting up 2-3 settings to compensate for the intense background (water and sky) lighting.
an alternative would be to set the shutter speed slower or the aperture wider.
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PA–
Clearly she was crashing at the comfort Grog bar for whatever reason, before Roissy got there.
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This one is easy… pinky ring… very quido of you.
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doug1
“I’m not sure it would have been doable to get her into another high voltage venue (that’s your venue) that night as G-Manifesto and Flashman advocate.”
I actually don’t advocate a “high voltage venue” as Flashman did. (Although I like the move, and very workable case by case).
I advocate a place you have “locked down”.
I prefer places that are more mellow to meet up at: tranqulio lounge, dining on some carpaccio and caprese salads, or better yet, my crib or hotel room.
It is always better to cut out a step.
In Vegas it is always preferable to meet at the most mellow bar in your Casinos hotel.
Vegas is dope though for Gentleman’s Clubs: most times I wait two blocks down on the corner and have the Exotic drive me to my Hotel.
Saves on cab fare too.
Great down economy move.
– MPm
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Wrong! Feministx is wrong.
He didn’t go wrong letter her take the lead, because strippers are the most controlling people on earth and they prefer to be in control. Their whole job is about controlling men’s desires in a confined space — you cannot judge them like you do other women who, you know, don’t take their clothes off in public. They are a different beast.
This is where he went wrong:
“She disappeared. I remained at the bar for another half hour, enjoying the anonymity of the new dancers who had just taken the stage.”
He didn’t watch her show, but he watched the other girls. Bad move.
“Jealousy game” might work in clubs (where you pay attention to your target’s friends instead of her), but it will not work with strippers. They are the most petty, competitive, jealous people on Earth.
This goes double if the dancers Roissy watched had bigger boobs that his target. Strippers practically claw each other’s eyes out over bra size — it’s directly proportional to tip size and the attention they get.
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She’s a stripper. Who cares ?
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Strippers practically claw each other’s eyes out over bra size — it’s directly proportional to tip size and the attention they get
Stupid strippers. Back when I used to go to strip clubs I singled out, almost exclusively, tiny-breasted ones for lap dances. Large-breasted ones, especially if the tits are fake, did little for me.
It was always a shame when I’d come back a few months later to see that some petite little thing got fake tits.
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That’s a pretty cool “pier” in the picture, the only thing missing is one of those old-fashioned English phone cabins!
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I’ve dated strippers. Strippers have magnified female psychology. They get more attention from men and they need exponentially stronger game.
You can’t overqualify yourself to a stripper. When a girl has that job, you pretty much have carte blanche license to notch your game up to the point where you abuse and neglect them. But you have to dangle a carrot in front of them. All of them really seriously want to be Pretty Woman. Every last one. They want a daddy to come rescue them and manage a life of luxury for them.
Make it seem like you are really busy with some demanding high power job and make them wait for days to get an appointment with you. But don’t waste your money wining and dining them when the date comes up. Show up late because you had this big meeting with your board and then take them back to your place.
Strippers are extremely easy if you are the right man.
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“you cannot judge them like you do other women who, you know, don’t take their clothes off in public. They are a different beast.”
nuh uh. They’re a more extreme version of the same beast.
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RED pubic hair? I find it odd kassy was a ginger.
finefantastic, not so much
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Fem-x
Wow, are you contributing on an amiable basis? AND with worthwhile observations??? I’m impressed.
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Probably shoulda met her some other time. Strippers mainly value you by how well you’re able to resist their charms. If you had pulled a Brother Lupo patented “asshole move,” ignored her and not gone to the bar that night, she probably would have worn the bell out on your telephone. Either that, or you’d never have seen her again, and you’d have avoided an awkward half hour in a dive bar. Seriously: it’s the stripper’s Achilles heel. All strippers are wounded daddy’s girls looking for attention. Deny them attention, and you’re their mean ole daddy, and they’ll do anything for the bestowal of even the slightest regard.
Anyhow, oh mighty judo master of poon: this evil douchebaguette cries out for your attentions. An America hating, Obama sucking, dildo-and-porn addicted “nymphomaniac,” shacked up with a neuraesthenic junkie weasel she outweighs by a good 20lbs in Morocco of all places. While the jokes write themselves, they’re much better when you write them. Have at it! (no, this link ain’t work safe)
http://distilledvanity.livejournal.com
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mistakes = several.
Nice pre-bar game then followed by the falls….
(a) she stole your frame, called the shots on where and when as so as you showed, you were just another malleable herb = Disappointment #1
(b) essentially meeting right where she worked – she must have several drinks next door after dancing and/or she boffed the bouncer and was embarrassed, or alternatively over-rebuffed his advances before realizing he’s a “good guy” and she lost the chance to get him by bringing strip patrons around. Regardless, she will see him again…
(Disappointment #2 and possibly worlds colliding karmaCockblock)
(c) You lost all your sense of mystery and specialness being in her bar.
Disappointment #3 “I thought he had something special and unusual beyond bar chitchat – guess not”
Better to have told her of a house party, or better yet, some amazing venue that you needed to show here (like nat’l cathedral at midnight or other BS.. (you wouldnt actually have to go once she was rolling with you, and on your terms….proceed to roll out with textbook roissy closing vibe.
Thanks for sharing Roissy, one thing to give it perspective: (as Augustus Ceasar’s aide had to repeatedly whisper into ceasar’s ear):
“REMEMBER, THOU ART MORTAL”
one needs to blow a set every now and again to realize what a badass mortal they are! I look forward to the successful stripper close roadmap post to follow!
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Fem
“Strippers have magnified female psychology”. Well, well, well, so do lesbians. There is massive over-lap between the two, after-all.
And what do these sort of women crave/demand? Maximum Alpha.
The thing is, they do not put out in porportion to the input. They want everything in return for very little. And they get old at a higher rate of speed than normal girls because of mandatory late nights and raw whiskey swilling habits.
Both categories of women are pre-destined for ruthless pump&dump. That is just the way God made it.
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FeministX,
Almost flawless, except for one little detail: a stripper is NOT going to give her number out at work.
Roissy, I’m guessing your mistake was in being too affected by HER mood while at the second bar. You turned into her dancing monkey.
But I’m just guessing. Females are strange.
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I’d say you shouldn’t have let her pick the place. Whether or not she went home with the doorman or not – can’t let her be in a place of security if you are trying for a one-nighter.
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The Doorman at the grog gives her a lift home everynight and she sleeps with him out of sympathy, obligation, loneliness, and an all pervading sense of deep inner worthlessness.
She wanted to flaunt you infront of the doorman (DHV) and go home with you instead of having another misery hook-up with the doorman.
You waited to long – you should put 2 tequila slammers in her hands immediately when she walked in and location shifted withing 4.5minutes.
p.s. FeministX – I’m impressed – you have really picked up your game from yesterday keep it up
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tunacanman,
I agree. You’re spot on.
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“you have really picked up your game from yesterday keep it up”
Yesterday, today and tomorrow- my mojo ain’t bad. Sometimes you just don’t know it. After all, I am not trying to pick up anyone from this board.
“a stripper is NOT going to give her number out at work.”
I get stripper numbers at work by telling them I will call about something work related, like where to get a good latex outfit. That probably won’t work for guys. You can get the number by acting like you only want it to tell her you aren’t interested. “I’m going to hang with the guys for a little longer. I’ll call if I won’t make it to the Grog.”
If you wanted a one nighter, you could say, “I’m hungry, actually. Have you been to _____ (local Chinese place that is open really late)”
Why do I post? Shrugs. It’s like sharing music you bought on the internet. Why not?
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I think Roissy’s behavior towards this girl was abysmal.
She is a young women dancing to pay her bills. He ignored her dance routine and never tipped her (did he buy her a drink? I forget.) or show any appreciation for her fine work and beauty. I don’t think strippers need to be negged. Plenty of them have self esteem issues.
I think the 1/2 hour delay was the deal killer. Imagine how disgusted you would be if you were treated like that. She had gotten off her work shift and wanted to relax with an interesting guy. Instead, he acted like an asshole. She gets plenty of offers from assholes.
The suggestion of treating her like a human being might have worked. Strippers have a wide range of personalities. Like one stripper told me: “We’re like everybody else, just better looking.”
Let me add that strippers are among very vulnerable people in social and and financial terms. They must hide their profession from just about everybody in their “before club” lives, their social circles can shrink to just other strippers, they risk their future professional and social acceptability, and they have difficult finances. Even making good money, they have no sick pay and no health insuranace, and they are done stripping by the time they are in their upper 20’s usually. It is a very tough job.
Gaming one of them like Roissy was attempting is pretty despicable.
Roissy, have you no decency!? I guess we know the answer to that.
Keep up the good work.
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Posting this without reading the other comments, so if it’s a repeat, you will understand.
Your mistake was to agree to meet her at the bar by her work. To your invite, you should have said, “Sounds good. But why don’t you meet me at [place X within striking distance of the club, but not right across the street].” Make it sound like a fun/chill place, and if you know a bartender or someone else there, all the better.
She was still in her stripper persona at the bar… everyone there probably knew who she was; she and her stripper friends probably go there a lot after their shifts. It’s not kosher for the working girls to be seen with “customers.” So it put her on edge and maybe even made her feel cheap.
Now to go read the comments and see if anyone else got it.
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“After all, I am not trying to pick up anyone from this board”
thank god for that
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Ah, I see I’m not the only one with insight. Only the most articulate.
/leans back and sighs contentedly.
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@joel: “The suggestion of treating her like a human being might have worked. “
Lol; you are a funny one for certain!
Another thing about strippers; like many chicks who are over valued for their T&A, flattering their minds works. Someone else suggested a classy museum/champagne rendevoux -yes. Or some kind of science exhibit that won’t make her feel too dumb. My synchrotron light source (a giant science project I used to work on for the gubberment) was probably the best chick magnet I never owned. Giant, throbbing with power, and I had exclusive access to the thing. Make ’em feel smart when you show off your smart object, and they feel beautiful.
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joel:
“I think Roissy’s behavior towards this girl was abysmal. She is a young women dancing to pay her bills.”
Is this a satire of liberal thinking? The strippers are oppressed! They’re victims! Help them pay the bills!
Also femninstx is again wrong, stripper psychology is often the inverse of regular female-think. They are, in fact, a different beast.
The majority of women, let’s not forget, act like their bodies’ private parts are some sacred shrine and only a select few get to see this. Thier live to some degree revolve around what they’re hiding. Strippers put it all out there.
Strippers are to women what celebate monks are to men — people doing the exact opposite of what the instincts of their genders are.
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Jackson–
Soon after my frigid (really) ex wife filed for divorce I started going to strip clubs. It was easy, I had no game in me then, though I had had before. But I never had any interest in being a lap dog chump, only in some connection, or a lot of connection. I was always cheap about it. Because of the dynamics, which I could sense. Well, actually I might make a display of generosity but would then be cheap with who I was interested in.
I’m not feeling like going through all the details at the moment.
But this ended up, before long at all, with a gorgeous tall Texas mid twenties stripper, more than ten years younger than me at the time, smart girl who I subsequently sent (as in motivated) off to law school, to getting big into me, then move in with me, then do threesomes with and lots of other real fun stuff.
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Jackson —
Oh, I meant to say I soon got lots of stripper numbers. And lots of stripper dates.
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I’ll be different. Your big mistake was not watching her dance.
Not watching her dance was more degrading than joining the crowd and leering would have been. The meta-message was “I’m too good for that.”
No, you shouldn’t have joined the gawkers or held bills in your teeth but you should have watched from where you were (with an appreciative insider smile, indicating you’re both on the same side, anytime she looked over your way).
“Hey, my shift ends soon. I’ll be next door at the Grog if you want to stop by for a drink.”
That doesn’t sound like an invitation, it sounds like a polite and careful “fuck you”. She probably wasn’t expecting you and you weren’t welcome when you finally deigned to show up. Since it was no longer her job to feign interest in you she feigned fatigue to get rid of you.
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She’s a stripper – take the emotional swings/issues of a normal woman and multiply it by a 1000 which equals an unpredictable outcome.
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“The majority of women, let’s not forget, act like their bodies’ private parts are some sacred shrine and only a select few get to see this. Thier live to some degree revolve around what they’re hiding. Strippers put it all out there.”
So do hookers. Hookers are attracted to pimps. Pimps have game overload, not opposite of game.
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One time at 17 I snuck into a strip club at The Block in Baltimore. To those unfamiliar with this area, it’s a seedy, nasty, dirty fucking bunch of strip clubs.
Unlike stand-alone strip clubs located in some unlit semi-industrial area outside of the city. At those, there is a clean, no-hustle atmosphere where you know what you will get.
In contrast, at The Block, you gotta negotiate, talk ‘code,’ buy them bottles, and when you actually get a lap dance, she’ll light a cigarette while talking with another stripper.
Anyway, my buddies and I were drunk (drank stuff in our car before going in) and I was blabbing with some stripper who was either tired or too lazy to rove for lapdances. I tried to put on a worldly act, and started blabbing on about how people are mistaken about stripping being a bad profession; how it’s a service to guys who wanna see a beautiful woman, etc. Cute, eh?
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Yea man sometimes the stripper doesn’t work out. That is why it is so beautiful that there are a billion other chicks on the planet.
he he he
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”””how it’s a service to guys who wanna see a beautiful woman, etc. Cute, eh?”””””””””
You got them confused with hookers bro
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Could not game the helo today.
””””””””””PA,
I tried to put on a worldly act, and started blabbing on about how people are mistaken about stripping being a bad profession; how it’s a service to guys who wanna see a beautiful woman, etc. Cute, eh?”””””””””””
That is hookers pa not strippers. Your game would have worked.
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I had the stripper really thinking. I smelled the burning over here. Did you see time from question to response with no other posts in between. Done but yea interesting. I swear that you my woman now totally fucks with their heads he he he
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What probably ruined my game is my self-conscious attempt to deepen my voice in efforts to not look like a high school kid who snuck into a seedy strip club.
The Block, as disgusting as it was, was pretty cool during the 80s. The strip clubs, sex shops, cum-splattered peep-show booths. Tons of scary-loking characters on the dark streets you had to take between parking your car and actually reaching The Block.
But it was fun. If they kicked us or barred us from one stripo club (on account of age) we just tried another one, since there were som many establishments there at the time.
I hear it’s cleaned up, shrank, and disneyfied somewhat. Larry Flint’s club is there now, but I hear it’s a ripoff.
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Gunner, what’s this about helos? You touring Iraq in a Huey?
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“I tried to put on a worldly act, and started blabbing on about how people are mistaken about stripping being a bad profession; how it’s a service to guys who wanna see a beautiful woman, etc. Cute, eh?”
She probably hears it all the time. That behavior is not game.
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Fucking didn’t get on one to get the fuck out of here to get some (pussy) loving cuddling. Was about to get on one had scorpians wind of change going through my head. Then nope not going where you want to go. 36 hours later still a happy golucky guy here.
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I don’t think his mistake was not watching her dance or not buying her a drink. Remember she still asked him to meet up afterwards.
Taking to her to a high energy venue (salsa club) would’ve been a risky move since she’s just getting off work and wanted somewhere more mellow.
The big question of not leading, I think accepting her incoming offer was OK and not detrimental to game. I have at times accepted incoming offers like that and that didn’t hinder anything.
Her energy just seemed to plummet because of the venue change and because he waited too long to meet her. It was going great before that.
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That pic is nice. Man I need to get home.
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I think roissy is in love good luck man!!!
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My Momma is so clever! She knows all about wicca and astrology! Bad Daddy #3 said he used to ‘feign interest’ in uranus to get up urectum. Said momma loved it.
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PA:
“One time at 17 I snuck into a strip club at The Block in Baltimore. To those unfamiliar with this area, it’s a seedy, nasty, dirty fucking bunch of strip clubs.”
I know this area. I went to college around there. The Block, as I remember, is filled with crack-addicted women and junkies. Probably not hard to score there, in all senses of the word.
Do you still live in the area, PA?
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These last two posts by Roissy have been timely. I’ve recently botched a hired gun pick up by over disqualifying myself. I invested a great deal of time (over a couple weeks) working a bartender – finally- after much negging and playful banter, gaming etc.. was able to trigger attraction. Which culminated with her, one night, hanging all over me and telling me that she’s really in to me. At which point, i forgot everything i’ve learned… and continued disqualifying myself by saying “awww your cute but, you’re just not my type”.
It was one too many disqualifications. should’ve went to rapport comfort stage. Next time i saw her (also waited too long to see her again, 2 wks – more disqualification), she was noticeably cool to me. When i asked her plans for the weekend —-> yeah, she’s hang’n with her BF. Which apparently she *just* met not long ago but, is very happy with. Said like she just test drove a car or something….it seemed very artificial
My gut feeling – she felt rebuffed from my disqualification and is saving face. I could be wrong but, i’m proceeding as if this is the situation. Question is, where do i go from here? How do i recover this situation? Or is it best to let it go?
Would love to see a post on how to recover from mistakes.
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Lady Rains Lil Bastard-
You’re actually pretty funny.
Piss off on the white nights.
Consider her life long commitment to not get married to provide a stable good influence father to her son, but rather to maximize her quickly changing stud fucking uber sluttiness.
Uber slut she, L. Rains.
Ok without a kid (but not for me or anyone halfway wise to commit child wise with) but ugly with one.
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My feminine instinct is telling me it was the length of time – 30 minutes. She was into Roissy or wouldn’t have made the invite. She was aware he hadn’t watched her dance and that intrigued her, made him different than most other men. I think he could have left the comment out regarding him not normally doing those joints perhaps, but it didn’t lose her interest. I think the 30 minutes seemed far longer to her. She started to question her own attractiveness and saw herself as a “pump and dump” to him. Which saddened her and to build up her own sense of self she had to rebuff him.
I have no experience regarding strippers so I’m going with how I’d feel. I don’t believe ,and call me naive, that they’re that different from the rest of us.
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Whatcha think doug is the chick in the photo in love with the pohtographer in that pic?
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maybe roissy did this kind of thing regularly, and when somebody asked this girl what she was doing and responded that she was waiting for somebody… somebody tipped her off that it probably wasn’t a good idea?
either that or 30 minutes later she came to the same conclusion (i.e. he’s playing me, i’m not playing him)
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not to mention that it’s not like you were 30 minutes late to a date because of some other business- she knew you were at a strip club XD
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jackson
“Almost flawless, except for one little detail: a stripper is NOT going to give her number out at work.”
To you maybe.
Biggest myth since The Loch Ness Monster.
Me?
I don’t think I have ever been in a Gentleman’s Club and NOT gotten at least one number.
And I go to Gentleman’s Clubs 1 to 3 times per week.
– MPM
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they’ll give you whatever you want if the price is right playboy
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FemX:
“You can’t overqualify yourself to a stripper. ”
But roissy knew her in both her stripper and non-stripper world. this knowledge made her all the more vulnerable in her stripper world when he saw her.
if you don’t know the stripper, then yes, you’ll have to bring top notch game, but if you know her in another capacity, you have the fast track to her snatch. you’re a familiar face in a crowd full of men with dollar bills in their teeth.
she was likely disappointed by roissy’s 30 minute delay.
roissy has a moral lesson in this post. the answer is not that her frame of mind switched or something like that. it’s a game related issue.
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doug1:
” . . . . smart girl who I subsequently sent (as in motivated) off to law school . . .”
You understand that you are going to rot in Hell for that.
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@The Alchemist,
It’s difficult to recover from mistakes, so when attraction is gone, it’s gone for good. I wouldn’t even bother: just move on to the next target.
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Strippers are a difficult arena. Roissy, kudos for going after big game.
I’ve crashed and burned repeatedly in that arena.
The two times it came to pass (and two dozen+ soul crushing failures) have several things in common.
(1) Eye-lock. Gaze intensity that was saying I’m-here-for-you as predator/prey relationship
(2) Minimal banter. Counter-intuitive, but the more you talk the more you get into trouble
(3) Decisive action. Move the stripper to a comfortable 1-on-1 situation as a transition to the bedroom
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Jinx said:
“I think you screwed up by waiting a half an hour. You just gave her a chance to get tired and anxious, and in the end this backfired. You were already in, you didn’t need to wait any longer than 5-10 minutes before heading over.”
See, this is why I was always skeptical of “letting the woman come to you.”
Play it cool for TOO long and she WILL get tired of waiting.
You will too
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My father once had a super sleazy client attached to one of his larger accounts. The guy would insist upon going to strip clubs on my father’s employer’s dime whenever he was in town, but would always stop at the bank first to load up on $2 bills. So I’ve been told, strippers can’t always differentiate between $2s and $20s in a dim club. Obviously not a way to pick them up, but funny.
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my experience says the same as El Guapo. Don’t talk and just go for it. Not like a stripper has anything interesting to say anyway. Better to keep seeing her as physical prey.
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“An ex gave it to me. Supposedly the ring signifies some kind of secret club that all ballet dancers belong to.”
This was the fatal flub. You showed up at Kentucky Fried and said, “Normally, I dine at Le Dome.”
And in her mind, you might as well have said “No chance in hell will I EVER take you even the slightest bit seriously, you trashy half-a-hooker.”
Overqualification into the red.
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I have no fricking idea what went wrong.
Maybe, deep inside… she was not proud of being a stripper… Maybe you look too friendly and too judgemental at the same time. She may have felt bad about it. Now, I’ll try to read all the comments…
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“Makes them feel human.”
So funny that feminist praying-on-heterossexual-good-girls lesbians think strippers are the ones who need to feel like humans…
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i used to know a powder guy at JPs. when it burned down i never saw him again.
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The stripper moved from a venue where she was all-powerful, over to the Grog, where she was just a plain old chick sitting at the bar. And that 30 minutes she sat there waiting seemed like an hour to her; this gave her time to contemplate both the power shift, and that perhaps she was being deliberately “gamed”; she ordered her second drink in a sour mood, with just a bit of annoyance at the whole circumstance, and resolution that Roissy would get nowhere with her that evening.
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I have been in exactly the same situation but with one difference. Instead of going home, my [two] friends came with me because we had set up to meet three strippers.
It went fine, we fucked them, for free.
Girls change mood abruptly, they reject guys they are interested in without any reason, they somehow feel the stars and planets are not aligned in that instant, whetever
People think that there are only two options: interested girl who submits (gives her number, open her legs, …) or uninterested girl who refuses. But there are also interested girls who reject based on nothing and uninterested girls who submit (this case is common. Think about three girls, two guys hit on two of them; the third one is fair game, if you find a set like that, and specially if the guys have isolated their targets already, go for it)
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well, actually we left first and they met us in a bar accross the street.
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Where can I find a powder guy in DC?
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Your first mistake was hitting on a stripper. Head-cases, all of em… Fuck that noise
But yeah, you should’ve turned her invite down and number-closed her.
kick a bitch, especially a stripper
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Where can I find a powder guy in DC?
if powder guy is what I think it is, then FBI detected!!!
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Not watching her dance was the buzz kill, she needed some type of accolade, or compliment…her offer to meet her next door, was just so she could let you down.
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her sensibly trimmed pubes
No hideous pedophilic Bald Eagle? There may be hope for this world.
Peter
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From what I have been told by people who should know, finding a powder guy in DC is about as difficult as finding a corporate political whore or a soulless law enforcement bureaucrat.
Go out on a Friday night to any club filled with insecure pricks and throw a dead cat – you’re bound to hit someone selling coke.
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But remember that drugs are wrong, wrong, wrong because the government says so. And you wouldn’t want to loose that GS-12 spot and have to compete in the private sector instead of sucking on the government tit, would you?
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Great post G Manifesto… like always on point. Totally agree with the points made.
First of all you didn’t lead… not alpha at all. You stayed there for way too long… 30 min.. please reeks beta clinginess and desperation. You should have gotten a number and bounced. Personal experience strippers will call you later when their shift is over, just make sure you are at another venue and flirting with OTHER women when she calls. Make sure she comes to your location, that way you have the power.
Lastly… who drinks “light” beer at a strip club? This is 18 year old virgin drinking mistakes. Anything dark is good.. rum & coke, Remmy or Hennesy XO on the rocks. Make sure to have a good cigar or 8 ball for the VIP lounge. Nothing like doing sweet powder off a stripper… did you know that a lot of strippers are into drugs? Saying/implying you are a dboy is also a plus.
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Rum
No, no, no, no.
Well the first part is right. They do want some sort of big time alpha and become very self aware about this. The exact sort depends on the girl.
However the everything in return for little is only true if you’re on the wrong side of their line. That is if she has you in a sugar daddy role.
What you need to be in with a stripper is more of a pimp role. Yeah, that’s right. They’re hyper sexualized and can be hyper controlled, many of them, if you do it right and have what it takes. Then they give you everything.
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Lupo
Once you get inside her head, there a lot of truth in this. It certainly was the case with my gorgeous tall Texas stripper gf. She had daddy issues big time. She craved my approval and direction, big time. It became very D/s. Threesomes quite a few times. Yuum.
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feministx
Yeah.
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I once got a lap dance in a club down in West Palm Beach. Was wearing khaki slacks. When we left the club, my buddy noticed i had skid marks all over my trousers.
Strippers – I’ll pass, thanks.
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i probably wouldn’t have even made the move, because the type of girls there are often f**ked up in more than one way (as noted) and the environment is so artificial/commercial that a natural interaction is unlikely.
i actually was able to do better with strippers in russia/ukraine, where they are usually college girls getting extra money and so a little better educated, easier to talk to, that the drug addled or head-case types here.
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feministx
“Strippers are extremely easy if you are the right man.”
Yes.
Exotic Dancers generally speaking date a few types of guys:
Bikers
Losers
Drug Addicts
Mooches
Pimps
Wallet Men
Hoods
Exotic Dancers go home with a few types of guys:
Musicians
Actors
Athletes
Politicians
Top Tier Organized Guys
International Playboys
G’s
Sharp dressed up and coming cats on the rise.
There are 6 million ways to swoop Exotic Dancers.
Choose one.
– MPM
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Stripper girlfriend management:
It’s a BIG MISTAKE to spend money on a stripper. E.g. buy her expensive jewelry. (Can you say sugar daddy? Anything she still has when you’re not around is like a property settlement. She can work her own hot ass for that sort of thing from the chumps.)
It’s a GOOD MOVE to spend money with a stripper. E.g. take her on a fun luxury sailing vacation to the Caribbean or wherever. (Can you say fun playboy with bucks? However this should be easy for you. If she senses you’re straining for her in any way it’s all wrong, just totally.)
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aoefe–
I think a lot of this is right.
The 30 minute delay feels wrong, wrong, wrong to me too.
What was he doing staying in the strip club after she left if he’s not a chump? He’d built her interest and needed to stay with it and not let it cool as she decompressed / crashed. Or else go the feministx route and get the number in the club and followup totally on a diff. day.
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El Guapo
I wish you’d tell more of your stories here. Or had a blog.
I’m going more by (the rare) prior posts of yours here than this one.
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Flashman’s answer has not been improved upon, though I will add that showing up at the Grog is a salvageable mistake if you put your hand down her pants within 2 minutes of “Hi” and make a quick exit. A stripper who wants some dick is not in the market for small talk.
FemX’s date idea sounds good on paper, but really, there is no way to completely insulate yourself from “Is it because I’m a STRIPPER?!?!?!?” Classy contexts can aggravate class insecurities.
“This maneuver gave me an opportunity to break the physical barrier, not the easiest thing to do when your target is a stripper in the middle of her shift.” Either DC strip clubs are the bizarro version of Philly (and even NYC) strip clubs, or you were VERY inexperienced in these matters.
But not QUITE as inexperienced as jackson. Ha. “THAT is why you fail,” son. The Brioni suit is strictly optional, BTW.
PA, that is a pretty standard dickless nerd routine that doesn’t do anything besides communicate how uncomfortable you are. No great loss though, because I’m pretty sure every chick on the Block in the 80s was an AIDS-ridden junkie.
Not true of strippers generally, though. Like my grandma said about black folks, “Some of them are very nice.” Mmm. SO nice.
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Hey Lupo,
I’m not going to join LJ to tell you this, but 10 Cane rum is exquisite. And the classic West Indian rum drink recipe is:
1 part sour (lime, etc.)
2 part sweet (citrus-based liqueur)
3 part strong (obvious)
4 part weak (water/ice)
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haha, “dickless nerd routine”. well said.
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PA, that is a pretty standard dickless nerd routine that doesn’t do anything besides communicate how uncomfortable you are.
Aw, don’t be a dick. I know it was a dopey routine. I posted it here as a self-deprecating anecdote for kicks.
Please note that at the time I was 17, giddy to have snuck into a strip club, talking with a woman nearly 10 years older than me whom I just saw naked, and glancing over my shoulder for some burly guy to notice I’m underage and throw me out.
I was also buzzing on the Southern Comfort my buddies and I took swigs from in the car.
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PA
“Please note that at the time I was 17, giddy to have snuck into a strip club, talking with a woman nearly 10 years older than me whom I just saw naked, and glancing over my shoulder for some burly guy to notice I’m underage and throw me out.”
You deserve a pass.
In fact, props for sneaking into a Gentleman’s Club at 17.
My first experience with Gentleman’s Clubs was 16/17.
I haven’t looked back since.
– MPM
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I was also buzzing on the Southern Comfort my buddies and I took swigs from in the car.
Southern Comfort was a popular drink at my college and I used to like it well enough. Then one night in junior year I got totally trashed on it, and ever since then the mere thought of Southern Comfort makes me want to gag. I’d sooner drink worm-filled dog diarrahea.
Peter
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@Jack Burton: thanks kindly for the recommendation. I had me a flor de cana 18 last night (mostly because they oppress Nicaraguans; damn Nicaraguans)… was underwhelmed. 10 cane is number one on the runway for piratey goodness.
@doug1: ya, I was fortunate in my early experiences with strippers I guess. My high school buddies liked going to working class strip clubs: pretty early on, I saw a girl I ‘dated’ in high school getting dollar bills in her garter from my chums, and laughed and laughed and laughed. I tagged her in High School mostly by ignoring her. It was a genuine ignore, as I wasn’t so interested in green haired punk rock nerd girls -though in high school; I mean it ain’t like you turn down pussy in high school. My pals all ignored her too, and totally didn’t recognize her with her clothes off. Later on in life, well, as you probably know, if you live long enough, you run into the same characters over and over again. Funny: Opera Divas and Ballerinas ain’t real different from strippers. They’re just snottier and somewhat less predatory. I mean, it’s all a variant on game, but that sort of gratuitous ignore only works on the ones with daddy issues.
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Lupo:
Funny: Opera Divas and Ballerinas ain’t real different from strippers.
Heh. Nice observation.
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The mistake was not initiating a location change once you saw how dead the Grog was. Changing locales would infer that you weren’t willing stay at a dead, boring bar for her. You want her to think that your main goal is fun and good times, not bedding her.
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Tupac: the operative thing at work is “look at me, look at me Daddy!” It also helped to have dated a couple who were both at one time or another.
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i never stripped, but i knew girls in college who did and noticed 3 things: 1) stripping is a physically tiring job, 2) strippers tend to have a lot of drama in their lives, and 3) they often have self-imposed ‘rules’ against dating or sleeping with customers, to avoid feeling like whores.
i think 1) and/or 2) could explain the after-work funk. i’m sure stripping produces an endorphin rush/emotional high with the booze, drugs, party atmosphere and sexual energy of all the male attention. you caught her while she was on that high, and then left her to sit in a lonely bar with her own thoughts for too long. maybe her feet hurt, she had personal drama, she wished she’d gone to college instead of riding the pole, whatever. you let the high wear off and the attraction dissipated with it.
also, i think 3) comes into play with the locale. you met her at a bar nearby, where she probably drinks every night after her shift and everyone knows she’s a stripper. a quick, spontaneous location change would’ve moved her out of the work frame and made her feel like a normal girl on a hot date, rather than a tired stripper sitting at a depressing bar after-hours waiting to get railed by her customer.
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@Doug1
Next time, I will post more complete experiences as helpful aids to the next generation.
😉
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BOTM Candidate #3
http://www.russiatoday.com/Top_News/2009-05-28/Love_gets_Bollywood_star_stranded_in_Russia.html
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lovelysexybooty will be so very crushed
azure tears
forever
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Firepower
Why? He is not Alpha.
He is not even an engineer, he is now a street cleaner.
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Narrative posts like this bring out the best in your writing.
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Joel said: Like one stripper told me: “We’re like everybody else, just better looking.”
That “just better looking” part is certainly debateable, based on some of the strippers I’ve seen.
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Two points where you most likely went wrong (I’ve skipped looking at the comments before answering.)
A. You didn’t suggest another place – “I don’t like the Grog, meet me at X.”
B. You sat next to her.
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she is sort of sweet, but as i tell her, she doesn’t really want Alpha; it scares and intimidates her. She wants a ‘hot’ beta with an ostensibly Alpha ‘look.’
a formerly famous personage would fit well with her persona as someone she could nurture, heal – and set back on the path to mutual shared fame and…those important $$$’s she desires. most folks want riches – no biggy.
thus, I would be free to cuckold him eternally as he churns his beta soul in the moneymaking blender of Life – and endanger my health with chronic 3rd degree rugburn. If she is a good cook.
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How it went wrong: you are ugly
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I think I can comment on your attempt to pick up a stripper without actually reading it. What a time saver. Ahem. Did you try giving her a lot of money? Studies prove that strippers often respond to the big wad of cash approach.
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The red head you speak of worked at JPs for years. And… had a nasty case of anal warts.
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I think you should have watched her dance but not paid for it. Then bought her a beer at the grog, since she obviously needed it. Throw her a fricken bone dude.
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“I ordered my drink ($10 Miller Lite) ”
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What kind of alpha male drinks fucking miller lite? Are you shitting me? That’s a drink for 13 year old boy. I am fucking embarassed for you.
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