Comments on: Melanie’s a Stripper

By: Jason Godesky

Jason Godesky — Tue, 10 Jan 2006 16:46:30 +0000

Heh … yeah …. no. That would’ve opened up whole dimensions of awkwardness that probably would’ve eaten my soul and shattered my mind across a thousand planes of existence.

By: zach

zach — Tue, 10 Jan 2006 16:42:43 +0000

Jason,

While I agree that such places are a turn off, yet they do offer a strange look into the psyche of the human mind. The men are all there looking from something that doesn’t exist, and the women are disgusted (for the most part,) by the men. Lets face it a drunk, middle age, out of shape man is every womans fantasy. However, you should have said hi and struck up a conversation with her. It sounds like a bad situation. I do however enjoy taking my wife to the club, they get a little more action from the ladies than a man does, (she’s gotten several numbers and request form the strippers, but we never act on it.)

By: Jason Godesky

Jason Godesky — Mon, 21 Nov 2005 13:48:55 +0000

If she did, she kept it to herself.

By: Peter

Peter — Mon, 21 Nov 2005 07:51:57 +0000

Did she recognize you?

By: Justin Case

Justin Case — Tue, 30 Aug 2005 14:04:30 +0000

“Melanie” is a stage name–you’re not getting the real one.

The real one is either Mercedes or Porche.

By: Raku

Raku — Tue, 30 Aug 2005 13:35:18 +0000

Two of my gymnastics teammates went on to become strippers. One I’m absolutely positive is the best damn stripper in the house. The other I’m not so sure. Her floor routines were only ever so-so.

I once read a great short story called “Tales from the Catwalk”, written by an author who worked full-time as a stripper to pay the bills (unfortunately, I can’t remember her name). I was impressed by her candor and refusal to feel ashamed or guilty for what she did, and to keep doing it, despite how family and friends tried to convince her otherwise.

By: Jason Godesky

Jason Godesky — Mon, 29 Aug 2005 19:42:11 +0000

Er… Jason… you make it sound as if you were actually seriously considering getting a lap dance. Which you weren’t.

Well she asked.

No, seriously, Melanie herself, asked me, specifically … they do that, it’s part of the illusion, but … damn.

By: Jason Godesky

Jason Godesky — Mon, 29 Aug 2005 19:40:30 +0000

Thanks, Jim … yeah, that was pretty much it. Way too wierd to be alluring. I basically went home in shock, curled up in a fetal position, and slept for something like twelve hours….

By: Giulianna Lamanna

Giulianna Lamanna — Mon, 29 Aug 2005 19:40:00 +0000

I was not about to spend that kind of money for something so transient…. I decided to skip on the lap dance with her

Er… Jason… you make it sound as if you were actually seriously considering getting a lap dance. Which you weren’t.

By: JCamasto

JCamasto — Mon, 29 Aug 2005 19:21:56 +0000

The only way such scenes are even remotely tolerable for me - is with a brain full of cocaine. And even then, it’s never desirable…

But the whole gyrating twist of meeting again (ahem) face to face with a lost childhood fantasy in this way - I can’t even imagine it. For me, the whole situation would probably make for the physiological & spiritual turn-off of a lifetime…

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Jason, I love it when you mix in a little “human interest” piece with your other, more scholarly pursuits. It goes a long way toward providing your blogged “self portrait” some extra color - you know, for us gossip whores!

-Jim