OK, so I was beside myself in this photo. Once the night was over I smelled like a cross between booze, cigarettes, cheap cologne, and fruity massage oil. YES! These guys were just so sweet, so crazy. ;-)

Why do I love male strippers? I guess it's the fantasy thing, plus they are just too fun, kind of like roller coasters.
I prefer the more "interactive" shows where the guys really "work" for their dollars.

There is nothing more annoying than a stripper who is not "into" his job.
I prefer the guys who rub their crotches up against my leg or who can REALLY dance and
really get into their "personality" or "fantasy" at the time.
The guys who start massaging your shoulders or who let you put dollar bills in the skivvies with your teeth (with your hands tied behind your back) is also a nice way to spend an evening.

I have been to about 10 or 12 "shows" my entire life, most of them being at this KILLER place called The Cave in downtown Philadelphia.
There is also a very COOL tour called the "Men of Playgirl" who visited my hometown of Charleston, WV a couple years back.

The Chippendales, from my experience, are more into large productions than actual physical contact.
Maybe they have changed by now. Who knows. :-)