So I was at a strip bar late last night, one of my least favourite dancers comes on. Yeah I’ve been a few times and have started to know the dancers, OK. Sheesh. It’s not like I live there or anything. Honest.
Anyway, it is not that she’s bad but she’s not enthusiastic. She spots this really young looking guy in the audience, it is a Wednesday and the audience is pretty thin on the ground. Myself and my GF have stage side seats so we watch the hilarity unfold before us.
This young looking guy turned legal age that very day, you have to be 19 to go to a bar here in British Columbia, so it was his first time at a strip bar. He was super eager, riveted to the stage. So when the dancer asks him how old he is, and he explains by handing over his drivers licence, he’s a bit overawed and excited. Suffice to say she enjoys this and does a little performance right in front of him. At which point he starts doing ‘it’.
I turn to my GF, “He’s not really doing that, is he?”, we both break down laughing. He looks like the Tex Avery wolf, and is acting like a certain fat character from Austin Powers. As he watches, eyes bulging, inane smile fixed in place, his hand is rubbing one pec over and over. It was a little disconcerting and very amusing.
The set finished then and the dancer leaves the stage, the young guy hops up and jogs over to her. She brushes him off fast in a professional manner that leaves him happy. I’m guessing he booked a private dance as he vanished leaving his friend behind. It was all cute, aah, the first time.