I was given a free pass to Crazy Girls Hollywood by a canvasser a while back. I put it in the center console of my car because I don't go to strip clubs and forgot about it. I found it a few days ago and decided to go to the club to see if they were any different from the last one I went to over 10 years ago, and who knows, maybe an interesting woman with goals, no drug addiction and without a misandry problem might want to take 10-15 minutes for a break for a normal, non-creepy quick chat with someone she's attracted to (I get that they're at work). There can be great women at strip clubs. I met my second ex at one when we were 25. Knowing the social skills to discreetly flirt with her successfully at work was one of the reasons we got together. I get there at 10:00, thinking there will be a lot of people there...crickets. I can live with that, chalking it up to the economy. And speaking of the economy...

I don't sit at the $1,$2,$3 stage "tip" rail and tip every woman that comes out of the curtains even if I find none of them significantly attractive. Never have. I don't get lap dances. Never have, though if I was dating a dancer and she wanted me to come to the club and get a quick dance from her for fun, I might. Why? Because paying a woman for her attention is pathetic. It kills any attraction she might have for you...even in a recession. In a strip club, it immediately brands you as that certain kind of customer. The kind who is clueless about how to be attractive and one not worthy of a 10-15 minute chat on a break. That's how dancers see those customers. Now, this is why I'll never go to Crazy Girls again in my entire life (even if invited for a bachelor party)...

I'm sitting in a chair about 12 feet from the stage. A dancer comes and sits in the chair next to me, says hello, asks me my name, asks what I'm doing. The standard business script. I have no problem with that. It's good manners to take 45 seconds to answer her questions before I tell her that I don't get dances and don't want to waste her time (and then not try to continue the conversation with her because I wasn't attracted to her). The second I tell her I don't do dances (literally the second!) her face goes blank, she stands up without saying a word and walks away. You know how bad that made her (not me) look? This tells the customer: A) She's Karl Marx's worst nightmare...she only sees patrons as economic targets, not human beings (probably much like the way the man who molested/raped her did too...talk about becoming everything you hate). B) even though I know people are having much more financial worry during the recession, one person having a policy against the tip rail and lap dances (I'm sure I was the only one of the 10-12 guys in there that had it) shouldn't make a dent in her recession earnings, which are far above average for unskilled labor. If she thought it would, she doesn't know much about current economics. C) She has no business acumen...I may have been waiting for 20 friends that DO get dances, which she'll make no money off of, because I told all of them to steer clear of her. I may buy $2k work of drinks, thereby paying the club's operating expenses for the evening, essentially providing a place for her to work. I may go back to my car, return with a briefcase that smells like money, be escorted into a meeting with the owner, and offer him $4m cash for his business. She didn't know. And that ruthless psychological attacking will financially hold her back. D) It makes every man she does that to think she has a problem with misandry. I'm not the man who molested and/or raped you, neither am I responsible for your possible drug problem. Don't take your problems out on me. Whatever. I can't remember her name. But then...

8 minutes or so later, another dancer named Nadia approaches me, sits in the empty seat, and gives the standard business script. Fine. I answer a question or two, and since she hasn't done anything UNATTRACTIVE, when she asks me my name, I flirt with her a little by making her guess it. Nadia's personality seems fun. She laughs at some comment I make and puts her head on my shoulder. Uh, red flag. Too soon to be showing that level of affection through body language. We just met 2 minutes ago. Either she put me in the "customer" box before she even sat down or she's a psycho that people have to change their phone numbers over. I decide to politely cut off the conversation. I immediately tell her, "You know, I don't want to waste your time - I don't get dances." She says okay in a distracted way and stands up. She then proceeds to tell me in a judgemental, acidic tone that I need to "lighten up". She then walks away, apparently behind me to regroup for a second attack, and then over my shoulder says, "You need to have a few more of those." Like a spoiled, selfish brat who doesn't get what they want. Even worse, an emotionally abusive, unprofessional person who takes out their economic frustration or a perceived flirting slight (hey, she blew it with the head on the shoulder thing, not me) on someone they've known less than 3 minutes. Besides, she didn't know I was drinking straight pineapple juice. It's healthy and being sober is just too much fun to ruin most of the time. Unfortunately, a person with her attitude will probably never get to a similar mental place in her life. And it will be noone's fault but her's. Not even the man who probably molested and/or raped her. D) It's just a rude thing that people with serious issues and sociopaths do. Creepy. Unattractive.

Bottom Line: Though the bartender, greeter and security guards provided excellent, courteous service, with a 33% "rude rate" (6 dancers came to talk to me in about 40 minutes), stay away from Crazy Girls, Hollywood. If you want to meet healthy women, you usually have to meet them in healthy places. My ex was an anomoly. A one in ten thousand. Women that were molested and/or raped should spend more time trying to understand the reality of the situation the man or men that did that horrible thing put them in and less time trying to enact some psychological economic revenge for it on every man that steps into a strip club. Not every man who comes through a club door is trying to spend the least amount of money possible, nor is every man there because he doesn't know how to attract the average woman and has to pay one for their attention.