I went to a hen (aka bachelorette) party on Saturday for a good friend. After a very long day that included horse racing, cocktails and finally dinner I called it quits around 10.00 while the rest of the party went off to a club. I located my husband with the groom-to-be in a pub and discovered the club trip I was missing included a visit from a stripper. Oh crap, I’m so sorry I’m missing it. (note sarcasm)
Ok, so let me explain myself a little bit because I’m sure so many are wondering what’s wrong with me.
Don’t get me wrong:
- I like men but let’s face it, your average stripper is not usually that good-looking. They may have a great body but, more often then not, they aren’t someone I would pick out of a crowd and say ‘oooh, he’s cute.’
- I like the male body but no matter how fit it may be, the idea of some dude thrusting his manhood and/or buttocks in my face repeatedly and grinding on my body does not appeal to me.
I am NOT a prude, nor am I asexual. Strippers just don’t do anything for me. I’m sorry I’m apparently not ‘normal.’ On the other hand, let me have a peek at the French Rugby team with only rugby balls for cover any day [though for obvious reasons, I would prefer the Welsh team 
]. That’s the male body in exquisite form. It has artistic merit. I certainly don’t mind looking at that. But I don’t think I’ll ever enjoy some oiled-up dude in a thong grinding and thrusting to the whoops and hollers of intoxicated women. I’m not abnormal, I’m just me. Deal with it.
Yes, I find it kinda repulsive myself