I went to a bachelor party this past weekend. As with most bachelor parties, the traditional visit to the gentlemen’s club was on the agenda. I’ve never been a big fan of strip clubs (not to be confused with not being a fan of women), mostly because I can’t buy into the fantasy. Looks alone don’t do it for me, and if I’m goin to be attracted to something, it has to be way more plausible than a stage show.
Maybe I’m looking into it too much. Granted, I had a fun time with the boys, but what entertained me and what I took away from the night wasn’t the girls, but the funny moments between us guys. And no, none of us took our clothes off either.