I’m in Maxim! Thank you for taking the time to track down my blog for a read. Of course, I haven’t written anything for the past month so I figured I’d better get off my lazy butt and do something. I suppose I should write something observant about the strip club world but that’s too much work. This will be just a quick blog post as to what my blog is about. It’s on page 22 of the October issue, right next to the “How to beat up Bigfoot” feature.
The posts are my observations of the strip club from a regular’s point of view. I normally don’t do any sort reviews or talk about specific dancers. Sometimes, really odd things happen (like when I got carried out in a stretcher) or when I run into really odd dancers. I also try to look sideways at the strip club world. A lot of customers and dancers take the business way too seriously.
As for myself, I was born naked, crying, and unable to form complete sentences. After nearly five decades I really haven’t changed much. I work in the high tech industry as an engineer. All in all, a pretty boring guy. The characters I talk about are usually composites of several people. I will wait six months before referring to specific events that happen in the club. Thanks again for reading my blog. Here are a few more ways to know if you are spending too much time in a strip club:
1) You take the freeway off ramp to the strip club out of habit, instead of going to Home Depot which is on the next exit.
2) You go into the club anyway, just to see who is working.
3) The bouncer salutes you when you walk in.
4) You are asked to tutor brand new dancers on how to be a stripper.
5) You get described in Maxim magazine as “obsessive”
