Circa 1988, a few older female co-workers dragged me to a male strip show. It was horrendous. Unbeknownst to me, one of my "friends" waved a $20 behind my head, and a male stripper came over and gave me the royal treatment. It was horrendous. MORTIFYING. I must have turned twenty shades of red.
After the show, we were all a little buzzed, and laughing and laughing as we headed out to the parking lot to go home. There were tons of "regular" dudes waiting in the parking lot -- dudes just lingering around hoping to pick up horny chicks that had just seen a male strip show. What a joke. One of them happened to be a male co-worker of mine, and he raised his eyebrows when he saw me. I did the same when I saw him. Ridiculous. I am not sure which one of us was more embarrassed.