I have a confession to make. It’s something I’m kind of embarassed about… I mean, I’m a 35 year old man. I’ve been single for years… I have no moral objections, no judgements, none of that….
You ready to hear this?
Ok.
I think I’m ready to tell you.
Ok….
I’ve never been to a strip club.
Ok. Actually, I’m probably going to come off as a dick when I say this, but here’s the deal: I just can’t get into the idea of paying a woman to get naked for me.
I’d much rather make that payment in the form of dinner and drinks. Cash just seems so disingenuous.
In fact, exchanging cash for nakedness brings with it a sort of arithmetic:
Let’s say it costs $20 to get into the club, and you end up paying another $100 for lap dances, private room, whatever… the point is, that girl(s) get naked for close to it, for your viewing pleasure. Let’s say you end up dropping $120 that evening in the strip club. A line has been drawn in the sand – but before we talk more about T&A, let’s talk about you:
Think about your day job. Let’s say you get paid $20 / hour at your day job. Why are you there? Are you there because you love it? Is it something you’d do even if you made no money for it? Is it a labor of love for you? (if so… contrats. You are winning at life. Drop me an email, we should do some networking / mastermind brainstorming over a beer next week). I’m going to guess that 97% of you are just there for the money. Just there to pay the bills. You are barely hanging on at your day job. If your boss came to you and said, “You’ve been doing a great job! But…. guess what, I’m going to have to pay you $19 / hour from now on”, you’d walk right out the door. In other words, the amount that you hate your job is $$19.99 / hour. That next penny makes it tolerable.
When it costs you $100 to have a girl get naked for you… She’s just told you, essentially, “I really would rather not get naked for you. $99.99 worth, to be exact. You are not sufficiently charming to make me want to get naked for you. Your $100 bill, will, however, pursuade me to take my clothes off for a few minutes, and that clock is ticking, buddy.”
I don’t think my ego can handle knowing how much a woman DOESN’T want to get naked for me.
Same goes for paying for sex.
Same goes for girls in Playboy.
BUT – if I must pay… I’ll stick to letting my conscience and ego believe that dinner and drinks don’t constitute payment.
