Strippers at the Bachelor Party: 5 Things Women Should Know

I got married to a guy 4 months back. He had his bachelor party in May.  I came to know a month back that they had gone to a strip bar and he had a lap dance. When I asked him a day after his bachelor’s party, he said they just did bar hopping, didn’t go to a strip bar…. but when his friend said that they went to strip bar, he confessed that they did, and that he got a lap dance.

He did apologize to me that he lied, and did say sorry hundred times. On my insistence, he took me to a strip bar to see what it looks like. This issue was discussed before we started dating that he would never go to a strip bar. I raised this point, and he said that it was just a bachelor party thing and would never do it again.

But the issue is: My trust in him is broken…I keep visualizing what that stripper might have done with him. I can’t stop thinking. What am I supposed to do? Am I wrong anywhere? First off, we’re delighted by your use of the term “strip bar,” and we hope that this construction gains popularity.  We’ll start the campaign now. More visit: Maine Stripper

For you and any woman in these scenario 5 things you should know about a guy who got a lap dance in a strip bar. For most guys, lap dances are a frustrating-as-hell experience. It’s a tease, nothing more. With your industry-standard lap dance, even if you’re single, there’s zero chance of kissing the stripper, fooling around with the stripper, or sleeping with the stripper.

Yes, guys whoop and holler and fist-bump and act like asses, but the actual experience, more often than not, fail to satisfy. (To clarify: is it possible that some strippers will do much, much more for gobs of extra cash? Sure. But this goes well outside the scope of a traditional lap dance, and this is the extreme minority.)

In my course as an, ah, “researcher” of these matters, I’ve received 50+ lap dances in my life. Number of lap dances where I kissed a stripper? Zero. Number of lap dances where I hooked up with the stripper? Zero. There’s nothing beyond a make-believe quickie dance. Strippers care about his wad of cash, not his wad.

We can’t blame you. When you close your eyes and visualize this nightmare scenario, you’re imagining this sultry vixen staring at your man, hungrily, lustily, desiring him and arousing him. Nope. It’s an act. The stripper has one mission: get paid. (And who can fault her?) So when she twirls on the pole, she scans the room for the best marks.

She didn’t find your husband hot. She didn’t want him. She wasn’t trying to seduce him or give you competition. If she saw him in the parking lot, she wouldn’t even make eye contact. For her, this was business–the lap dance is the stripper’s TPS report.