I’ve always been the shy guy in any group of friends. I’ve always been low on the confidence scale. Talking to women has been next to impossible to me – especially pretty women. I have these panic attacks every time I have to talk to a woman that is even slightly gorgeous. My palms sweat. I stammer. I say the stupidest things. And then, I usually make an excuse to get away from her because if I don’t I have no clue what kind of idiotic thing will come out of my mouth.
But I’ve found a way to increase my confidence with women. I’ve been going to Rhode Island Dolls. It’s a gentlemen’s club in Woonsocket, RI and the dancers have been helping me to feel better about talking to women. I’m sure they have no idea how much they have helped me, but they have.
The number one reason for going to RI Dolls is to see pretty girls dancing naked around me. The number two reason is that I don’t have to worry about making the first move, because the Dolls will do it for me. The third reason for going there is to work on my confidence when talking to women. Eventually, I will be the one asking a stripper for a dance and not the other way around. I took my 2 best friends with me to the strip club the first time I went. They held me accountable and made sure I didn’t chicken out and run for the door.
The first time I went to the club, I prepared myself by imagining what our night will be like….
We walk through the front door, pay the cover charge, and enter the posh strip club with our heads held high. I have big expectations for tonight, and I’m determined to have fun. We pick a table and settle in with our favorite beverages.
As we talk and enjoy the strippers getting naked around us, I start to feel a slight buzz. This is perfect, because I always feel more confident when I’m buzzed.
Just as I start to feel the anxiety creep up my spine, I see her across the room. I see the prettiest Doll in the Doll House. She has shoulder-length brown hair, perky boobs, a squishy-looking bum, and she’s wearing a see-through outfit that almost makes me drool. She catches me looking at her, even though I turn my head fast and look at the floor. When I look back up again, she’s halfway across the floor, moving towards me. I glance from side to side, and when I look for her again, she’s standing right in front of me.
She smiles, and then introduces herself as Jenna. I shake her hand and tell her my name. She asks if she can sit down and join me for a little while. I muster up all my courage to say yes, but it comes out as a little trickle of a sound. She smiled again and sat down. It’s like she knows I’m shy and she likes it that way. After talking to Jenna for a few minutes, I begin to relax. She even mentions how my shoulders don’t look so tense anymore. I wish she’d ask me for a dance. I don’t want to ask her because she might say no. Or she might say yes out of obligation. But I want her to want to dance for me. I can’t take another rejection, so I wait and pray that she’ll ask me if she can dance for me.
Before long, my dream comes true and Jenna finally pops the question. No, not that question! She asks if I’d like her to dance for me. I say yes, while smiling from ear to ear. I realize that my face is getting really hot, which is probably reflected in my pink cheeks. One of the signs of my shyness that I can’t hide.
Jenna grabs my hand and leads me to a darker corner of the club with expensive wall coverings, a plush couch, and a sleek modern table. I feel like a king, and Jenna is my dancing queen. I can’t even come up with a great song to play in the background of my fantasy, because it doesn’t really matter. The swaying of Jenna’s hips consumes my attention. Slowly, she starts to undress. Now I know why it’s called a strip tease!
That first night was great. And the more I go back, the more confident I get. In fact, there’s this girl at the coffee shop that I go to a lot and we’ve been talking. I think I’m going to ask her on a date.