It's funny. And it's fun. But it's not sexy.
Baltimore strippers are completely nude. Good for us. So this woman goes up on the table, takes her bikini off, and starts dancing, which is already a bit silly. Maybe I just didn't have time to find her attractive, or maybe I'm already too drunk by this point, but here's a completely naked woman dancing in front of me, and nothing.
And I'm not alone there. The guys in the table next to ours completely ignore their dancer because they're watching the boxing match. They have a vagina in front of their faces but they're watching the guys hit each other.
At this point I'm becoming very philosophical.
Because I have a dancing vagina in front of my face, but here comes the fully clothed waitress and I'm thinking, "When she bends over to serve the drinks, maybe if I lower my body enough I'll be able to see her panties!"
And it's a bit pervy, but considering I have a dancing vagina in front of my face, it's not too bad.
So the waitress leaves, and the boxing match ends on the second round, and I have to confront the dancing vagina again. I buy a beer and get $14 change in dollar bills, which I assume I need to hand over to the dancing vagina. But I don't, because it's all just so weird. It's not even primal or "true nature of Man" or whatever. It's just what it is: you're holding a dollar bill in your mouth and she picks it up with her boobies, and, what, that's a turn on? So I don't do that.
Maybe if I weren't drunk, and maybe if my Honey wasn't home with the baby, or maybe if this woman took her time taking her bikini off instead of...
And what's with all the shaving? You're not a mannequin. You're not a 5-year-old girl. You're a woman. I'm not saying Sherwood Forest, but give me something.
I like sexy. I've got nothing against sexy. And I'm not uncomfortable or anything.
But it's just so silly. A bunch of dudes staring at a vagina.