Striping a Strip show

Save a horse,
Ride a cowboy ??!?? What the *&%@%

So I did something last weekend that was pseudo fun. I went to a show called “Men of Las Vegas”. Here I was thinking it would be a male burlesque show, done tastefully and such. I was surprised to find that it was exactly like a strip club, just set in a larger place without a pole.

I never did think men were sexy creatures; well not literally anyways. Men can look great with clothes on, and once they come off, the effect dwindles off. I mean, I’d rather see a woman in a bikini than see a man in a thong. And watching a guy with no sense of rhythm dance in a thong and lip sync. Please.

I was wondering how I ended up there while this guy was gyrating in front of me (and what cream he used for his body – his skin was awesome). True, it was fun watching him dry hump my friend. But it was awful to smell the weird smell of sweat mixed with dabs of cologne that can only turn you off. And I thought I was right in assuming that tasteful strip shows still exist. If a woman can undress seductively and turn you on, without even touching you; why can’t a man try it? Surely women like the artsy stuff more than men. But apparently it’s not true. Women are bigger pigs than men and would rather have the rough stuff.

I’ve also realized something about my taste with regards to these things. I’d rather see the guy bone someone else than do me. Somehow all this stuff seems much better in your head and to your senses when they aren’t being fiddled with.

I was disheartened with the lack of taste my fellow women showed… Well up until this one dude lifted a female off her feet and did this jig with her in the air. I was awestruck and all was well. And then I caught my friend yawning just as I stifled one and we left. De end.