As much as I like hanging out with my friends, when it comes to going to strip clubs, I’d rather go solo. It’s mainly because my friends and I approach strip clubs very differently.
I enjoy getting lap dances and trying out VIP rooms.
My friends are more likely to sit at the rail or just be content watching from a table in the back.
I am not a talker.
I’m actually a terrible conversationalist, particularly around attractive women. I just don’t have a lot of interesting stories. So I compensate the same way my parents did: by buying affection.