Well OK just one more stripper story, and then I'm done 😀.
My company used to be headquartered near Crystal City in Arlington, VA. There was a rather convenient strip club (Crystal City Restaurant) located just a few blocks away, so once or twice a year a bunch of us would go there ostensibly for lunch, armed with one dollar and five dollar bills to tuck into G-strings. One time for a joke we dragged the "super-nerd" guy along with us as a joke. You know the kind - stained armpits on his shirts, thick glasses, nose buried in textbooks, never spoke to a woman in his entire life, etc. True to form, he sat at the table reading some semiconductor magazine while the lovely ladies paraded their pasties on the stage a couple feet away. So we all had a good laugh or two and then walked back to the slave pits for an afternoon of drudgery.
Imagine our surprise when we returned some 6 months later, to find out Mr. Super-nerd had not only started going there every day for lunch, but had talked the owner into giving him his own private table complete with a phone jack for his laptop modem (this was before wifi), so that he could post pix, reviews, etc on the Internet or AOL maybe. Previously he would print out stuff and then tack it to a tree outside the front door, but the owner decided that was too nerdy. However he knew all the strippers by name and of course they would come over to our table and sit in our laps after he introduced them 😛.