If you want a detailed objection to Johnny’s stripper claims here it is. First he wrote:
[Regarding communications with strippers...] When she comes over between stage-shows to ask me if I'm interested in a private dance, I tell her:
"Actually, I came here to unwind and meet some new people, and you're stunning, and so expressive and self-possessed... I'm mostly interested in just chatting and getting to know you! - I've had many dancer girlfriends, and from them I learned not to go for "dances" because I never want to be seen as 'a customer'... but you go make some money, and if things get slow, or you're bored, or you'd just like a back-massage, or to have me rub your feet, come on back over!"
So lame. Go ahead, anyone that thinks that this will work, try it. Possibly if the night is really slow she might talk to you but more likely she’ll just go “whatever” and leave you to sit there by yourself.
A few years ago the line about having or having had a stripper girlfriend started popping up in lines guys give strippers. I’ve since learned that that is the standard advice given in PUA literature. Just like if you are to be seen as just another customer or not, if you are the type that has or has had stripper girlfriend(s) you don’t have to say anything, she’ll know.
Reminds me of this one time when I arrived at this strip club and there was this guy talking, and rather loudly, to the bartender and to a stripper who was sitting at the bar.
I just caught the end of it and he was saying something to the effect of, “…of course you do, all strippers do, I used to have a girlfriend that was a stripper, two of them…” Later on I saw that guy over by another stripper and he was telling her something about how he knew how to take care of strippers, that he understood their lives, because he’s had stripper girlfriends, blah, blah, blah… She eventually joined me and my stripper friend asking us to save her from that guy.
Johnny says,
Sorry, you've completely lost me with this? Do you have a criticism of my 'Stripper Fu' upon which you would care to elaborate, since I can see nothing erroneous or inconsistent within what you've quoted me here as posting? This has been my standard and consistent method
and later
I, alternatively, know that it works brilliantly, consistently, and reliably - because I am not inhibited by limiting beliefs, and I actually DO EXACTLY WHAT I SAY I DO, and get precisely the results I describe.
If he is to be believed than that means he just tells the girl his line and she just automatically comes back over and ends up going home with him and that night because he does say,
most-often I go for same-night take-aways...
Where are the details? He says nothing that he would do to cause her to come back. L777 is quick to criticize me when I say that a very good looking guy doesn’t have to game chicks but he is all too willing, as are apparently others, to believe that a very average looking man is going to succeed with a line that most girls are going to see through. It makes no sense. You just don’t see such a thing in reality. If he was just sitting there and looking at the girls, no matter how brief, and wasn’t tipping, the girls I know would be giving him the finger and not in a playful manner.
What is missing in all of this is the interpersonal connections being made. I just can’t imagine hooking up with a woman without having first made an animalistic emotional connection.
Typically, say if I go to a club where I know none of the girls, when I first go in I am checking out each of the girls, making eyes with them, trying to decide with which ones there is chemistry or the possibility of chemistry. As it turns out I often find myself also doing this with the bar staff and the female customers.
I don’t know how to explain it any more that it is just a feeling, but it is a feeling that goes back and forth, it is a connection, a communication. Once the connection is made, and there almost always is, then the fun begins. It begins with gentle flirting, with my eyes, my facial expressions, my smile, and the girl flirting back, half mimicking, half leading.
One of the things I do is tip the girls when they are on stage. Whereas some advise against doing so, I find that it is just part of the playful interactions that develops with each girl. You know when, in everyday life, when a man and woman meet there is a mating ritual that occurs. What strippers often do is to emulate that mating ritual – in essence playing a game of playing a game. A lot of times I end up playing this playing a game of a game with the stripper which is often fun and interesting. With girlfriends who I’ve had, when I’ve gone in when they were working, has always been this game. She’ll be out dancing or doing the socializing thing and she’ll be continually looking over at me, giving me little signals – I’ll know which guys she is having fun with, which ones are creeping her out, which one’s are tipping well…. And she’ll be pointing out things that are going on.
And, of course, we will be looking at each other as lovers do in a smiley, goofy kind of way, flirting, feeling each other’s vibe.
One advantage of my method is that noise such as loud music and the cacophony of a room full of people doesn’t interfere as it mostly proceeds without words, or with very few. Distractions, even guys hitting on my girl only play into the hide-n-seek/peek-a-boo aspects of our play.
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I remember quite well the day that I realized that I had mastered the game of playing with strippers, and of all women really.
There was this stripper and when I first saw her she was seated at a table, by herself, reading a book. I sat at the bar and watched her. Before long she looked up and saw me looking at her, gave me a weak smile and went back to her reading.
When she made it on to stage I initially sat back, watching her from a distance and her dancing was lackluster and I started have doubts about her. Then our eyes met again and I approached the stage and sat at the rack. As I sat, as we came to see each other up close there was a rise in her and in my interest, and liveliness and it turned into a peek-a-boo game. She’d stand behind the pole and act as if she were hiding and peer her head around it, and she’d get down on her hands and knees and crawl slowly towards me, popping her head up just high enough that her eyes barely made it over the top of the rack. For my part, as she exposed more of herself as the dance proceeded I’d cover my face with my hands and then sneak peeks through the gaps between my fingers. Soon we were giggling.
After her set she went back to her table and began again to read. I sat across the room, but with a clear view of her. She tried to read but she kept glancing over at me and when she did, I’d turn away only to spin back around and be looking at her again and she’d give me another glance and on and on… Then I got up and slipped behind a column, peering around slowly only to see her looking back, smiling, laughing. I proceeded to the next column and again our little play. Eventually I made my way to the bathroom and when I returned she was gone, to the dressing room anyhow. So I sat around the bend of the room so that she wouldn’t see me when she returned.
Over the speakers came a slow jazz tune with a sexy female voice singing songs of love. I approached the stage and our eyes met but the earlier playful silliness was gone, there was a seriousness in her eyes. She moved slowly to the music and directed so much of her attention to me that she all but ignored her other customers. As she danced there was interplay between us, between our eyes. I was feeling all manner of sensations building up within me and I could see her breathing getting deeper and faster, the look in her eye getting more intense.
A few weeks before I had heard a woman saying that her ideal man would know how to make love with his eyes. I began to wonder, is that what we were doing, making love with our eyes.
And she came closer and closer, she reached out and grabbed my hands and squeezed so hard she shook, rolled her eyes back and then closed them, her breath going even faster. It was almost as if she were having an orgasm.
Her set ended and as it was her last she begged me to stay as she ran off to the dressing room. She emerged a few minutes later in her street clothes, her stripper bag in tow, and ready to go where ever I wanted to take her – and we still hadn’t introduced ourselves to each other
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So you see the back drop by which I see though Johnny Soporno’s Stripper Fu. He sits back tells the girls he isn’t going to tip them but if they want he’ll be waiting for them so he can be their girlfriend and rub their feet. That is so passive, so AFC.
And where does he get this “And then I'd get invited out after closing the club, to head over to late-night food with the dancers.” I’ve lived with and hung out with strippers for a long time and this late night food getting just doesn’t happen. At most they’ll pick up a snack at the 7-Eleven. 2:30 in the morning Denny’s is the only thing open and you never see strippers hanging out at Denny’s. Mostly at the end of their shift most strippers are thinking of getting home as soon as possible and going to sleep.
But Johnny’s key points are the same ones that always pop up in PUA literature – the saying you have/have had stripper girlfriends, saying that you don’t want to be seen as a customer, and the go out to eat with strippers after their shift to eat. Go ahead guys follow Johnny’s advise, try to get a stripper as he says he does. Just don’t expect the good ones because I or someone like me will playing with them in a whole different league.
