Mooda Sees Mooda Says

Recently I have been equating some things to their equivalent strip club counterpart or as close to it as I can get. Why, you ask. Well simply for the hell of it. I’m not really into strip clubs but I do find them interesting. Just as interesting as the articles in Playboy.

The psychology behind strip clubs is well documented and there is no need to regurgitate these. Regardless of where you stand on the morality of strip clubs and the behavior within you must admit that when you examine the mind sets of the patrons that you almost feel a little sorry for them. You see what I fail to understand is this; Ordinarily sane men who would pinch a penny out of their nether regions will without hesitation “make it rain” dollars to see women take their clothes off and do cool tricks with their private parts. This is where it gets interesting. You see after they have “made it rain”, they do not get to go any further with these women. Hundreds and sadly at times thousands of dollars are literally cast on the floor and the only thing you may have to show for it is some wood. WOW wood. They paid for a flippn’ hard-on!

OK let me illustrate this further. Going to a strip club is the same as going to a car dealership and giving the dealership money so that you can sit in one of the cars. Depending upon the dealership you may not even get to touch the car (steering wheel, shifter, doors, etc.). Thats right, you pay to sit in the car and enjoy that new car smell. If its a really high end dealership you pay to just walk in and look at the cars. If you touch any of them you may get kicked out (no refund), if you are taking up space and some one else is willing to give the dealership more money you have to give up your seat but you can still hang out in the dealership. So now that your appetite for the vehicle is whetted you want to test drive it. Your palms are itchy with excitement, your heart races as you think about reving the engine and peeling out. You ask the dealer about getting a test drive and you are summarily asked to leave. Off you go out of money and no test drive. Then you show up again next week and do it all over again.

Silly isn’t it? Who of us what dare waste our money in a car dealership like that? Week after week, just giving our money away for the privilege of sitting in what we consider to be a hot car. Well that is exactly what you do when you go to a strip club. Please do not get me wrong, if thats how you want to spend your money then thats your business. I on the other hand just do not see the need.

Back to my original thought. Strip clubs are by no means the standard by which we judge the sexuality of women. If anything they highlight the most despised trait of women (despised by men at any rate). The “tease”. They tease men into thinking that they are going to get some nookie. Isn’t that how society works though? Are we not often teased into thinking we are going to obtain some great prize by paying dues? Are we not lured in by the sounds, smells and sights that society flashes at us on a daily basis? Only to be let down when she informed us we only paid to see the show and not for the nookie. Yet we keep coming back. Yeah every now and them she feels pity on us and gives us a lap dance. Get a boob in the face perhaps. Nothing wrong with a nice tit. Then what she leaves. Leaves you wanting. Time and time again. The pay off is never what we want just more teasing to keep us coming back. I don’t know about you but that is some serious BS. I’m a human I have needs.