Pheromones and strip clubs: lessons learned from experience

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Hi all. First, a brief introduction. I’ve been using pheros for a few years, and have just come off about a year’s sabbatical from using anything substantial. The older folks will remember me (I hope!), and some of you new whippersnappers may have caught a passing reference to a franken-thread here that I started about stripclubs and pheros. Still, in order to avoid sounding needlessly Narcisistic, some of you may not have any idea who I am. It’s all good. :smiley: Nice to meet you.

Anyway, the reason I’m writing this post is to pass on a little advice based on what I’ve learned in my experience with strip clubs and pheromones. The short answer, for those of you with “tl;dr syndrome” is simply this: Don’t. If you absolutely must, go with socials.

Now, I know what’s probably going the minds of those of you considering going to a strip club to test out your pheros. You’re wondering if you can whip up a killer combo to get that stripper in bed. Admit it. No bullshit. You want to fuck a stripper. Sorry, Skippy, it ain’t happening. Oh sure, there’s that rare chance that you can hook up for an out of the club meet-up that concludes with the preverbial happy ending, but the exception is so rare as to be a non-starter. Rather than fall into the “yeah, but what if…” game of rationalizing why you’re different, save the stress and leave the pick up artistry for regular night clubs.

Anyone familiar with the PUA community may be familiar with the idea of Stripper Game. Forget it. See, proponents of this strategy tell you to get chummy with the club employees who work their shifts fully clothed, i.e. doormen, bouncers, bartenders, and waitresses. They even say to try to buddy up with the manager. Here’s why all that stuff is bullshit. These guys already know what you’re after. The instant you say to the manager “Hey, man, I really dig this place. You’re running an awesome club. By the way, my name is Giawanna Bangyerworkers…”, he knows you’re trying to schmooze. The DJ? He wants to be left the fuck alone so he doesn’t screw up the girls’ dance tracks. The waitresses and bartenders may be a little more sociable, but doing their job well means being sociable. They want your tip money. Be nice, polite, hell, chatty even, but leave the pretense at the door. Stripper Game also tells you to not buy dances-- to be the guy that’s above all that. So is that supposed to mean you’re just going to a strip club to sit around and be ironic? If you’re not buying or tipping, you’re going to largely be ignored. If you want to sit around and be ironic, rather than waste the club and its staff’s time, go sit in a coffee shop with a beret and sunglasses.

The bottom line here, guys, is this. Strip Clubs are a business. They’re selling you entertainment by way of fantasy. The girls are working a job and that job involves selling you their time and a little suggestive physical contact for a fee. They do not “like” like you. They’re not attracted to you. They’re attracted to your spending potential. Sure, internally, the girls may think “Oh, he’s cute”, but the only place that’ll be expressed is in the locker room with the other dancers. This is not a sleight against them. I could honestly no more hold it against them than I could hold it against a car salesman for wanting to sell me a car.

So what’s the point? Well, the point, as I said in another thread recently, is to go and have a good time. Be entertained. Be social. Just don’t go looking for sex. Can it happen? Sure it can, for the right amount of money in a club with the right amount of sleaze. If that’s all you’re after, save yourself the trouble and pick up a hooker. Can something more happen? Can’t rule it out. People are human after all, and a happy accident of attraction could, theoretically, occur, but if the pursuit of that is your motive for going to a strip club, you’re sadly wasting your time, plus pheromones if that’s your “secret weapon” to make you stand out from the crowd.

So how can pheromones contribute to a good experience in a strip club? Every good thing about social pheros applies in strip clubs as well. The most fun I’ve had in a club was when I was doused in Instant Shine, Instant Openness, and double-strength Instant Honesty-- sort of a turbocharged CTTM. The conversation was oddly stimulating for being in a stripclub, and the lapdance I bought afterwards was quite good, but that was that. If you’re planning on going to one of these establishments, I’d strongly suggest a group of 3 of 4 of you go together, make sure everyone’s in a positive upbeat mood, and make liberal use of social pheromones. Keep the goal limited to having fun and enjoying your strip club experience, and leave it at that. To shoot for anything more is, as I said in that thread I mentioned earlier, an exercise in futility.

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Depends on the club. Depends on the “game.” I’ve “game’d” a handful of dancers. The use of pheromones wouldn’t have helped though. It took me being VERY observant, VERY on track, and on my absolute best A-game. It takes patience to say the least and in all honesty, not worth the effort.

Really, the majority were nuts. Just borderline chemically imbalanced. And sometimes not even borderline.

With the effort put in to going after “hired guns” or dancers, so to speak, you could have landed a dozen or more attractive beauties elsewhere who have much less baggage. A few were worth it, and the entire experience was fun/challenging, however I don’t have the time to spend that level of energy “gaming” a dancer.

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Well, this isn’t exactly true. I’m not talking about going to the friggen senior prom or dinner and a movie, but many of the girls will hook up with you if you pay them. I mean, if all you want is a fuck or some kinky shit it’s great. Some will even star in a home video or do photo sessions. And, unlike normal hookers, you can hang at the club, make small talk and buy them drinks and table dances when you need female company. Now that I think of it, I’m usually more entertained hanging out with my dog and goldfish or driving around shooting mailboxes and street signs with my 9mm.

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Oh of course. As I said, for the right amount of money and the right amount of sleaze… This thread, along with being a sort of epitaph to my own misadventures, was more aimed at the less experienced in pheros who think suddenly that dousing themselves with -none would turn them into a fuck magnet in a strip club. I even think it’s not impossible to hook a stripper without going the prostitution route, but the chances of that are pretty rare. Besides… the baggage… Drugs, psycho (ex-)boyfriends, ADHD (which seems to be a job requirement), and so on. Back in the day, I didn’t really care. I just got it in my head that nailing a hottie pole dancer would be awesome. Naivete is a bitch like that.

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I think you have made an excellent point Data4 - my friend owns a chain of strip clubs and its totally true how you say that they are essentially businesses looking to sell a product.

There is basically a positive correlation between the “quality” of girl behind the stripping and your chances of getting lucky with her. Most of these girls have very strong views when it comes to going any further with the audience. Obviously, the more sleazy places, the less is the “barrier” towards getting lucky.

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I just go looking for a good time. The best way to start conversations with dancers is to talk “shop” with them. Ask 'em how’s business going and if they’ve made money tonight. They’re generally relieved to learn that you know what their reason for being at the club is.

Plus, talking shop with them makes 'em realize that it will be tough to play you for a sap.

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Gee, I just got back from having lunch with this older, sort of chunky, married woman who works with computers at the same university I work at. Going back 30 years, this same woman was my hot stripper girl friend. Thirty years ago, I dated and/or lived with almost exclusively strippers. The one thing I made sure of was that none of the ones I dated/lived with were at least mostly sane and not chemically dependent.

The one thing I discovered is that if you can date one stripper, you can date them all, the first “social proofs” you to the others.