well, my creepy guy story isn't as horrid as WW's, but thought I'd share, just because I still trip & laugh when I think about it. I'm 22 & meet a friend of a friend's friend at a party, that winds down to about 10-12 or so friends I've known for a long long time (like grade school) & this guy...then the topic of my recent break up from a long term relationship gets bantered around & ends. all of a sudden dudes all interested in me like he'd just set eyes on me....I'm not interested, I politely tell him that, repeatedly...but all night he keeps asking if I wanna go out with him, we'd have such a great time, he'd make me feel like a princess, etc etc etc endless cr*p to my repeated no, thanks I'm not ready. Ok, well 2 weeks later I find out he's been calling my friend bugging for my ph # or my pager (this is early 90's lol). So I give-in & think wth? one date, make this guy happy, I continue moving on & get over the ex... So I give the ok for the number exchange & we set up a dinner date for the following Saturday, calls me every other day to be sure we are still on, weirding me out even more. (I'm feel I am fairly cute & friendly-nice, with an average ok bod-nothing spectacular!) so his persistent behavior was just a bit much to me, but to each their own, right? (NO!-lol) So Saturday afternoon he calls to set the time back as something came up, ok, no biggie, shiz happens. He shows up, smells like booze, cigs & cologne/b.o., in wrinkly t-shirt & jeans, scrungy sneakers, but I figure maybe his day was busy-he cranks the music up in the car so loud we can't converse, but ok whatever...then he takes me to a dive (ie:sh*thole) strip club! For DINNER! this place stinks like stale booze, cigarettes, unwashed rank snatch, dirty ass & vomit, with performers that shoulda stopped gettin naked 15 years ago & he nearly runs to a table/chair combo near the stage & plops down like we've been in line for a disney ride all day....ok, I'll see where the hell this is going-he orders 3 beers & me a soda (really?! you bring me here & buy me a mutherfunster soda? you sob!), then he starts rubbing his crotch, under the table, as he oggles the stripper, pulls out bills, wads a few up individually & flicks them at the stripper (tacky tacky & rude!), leans over after 2/3 way thru stripper #2 without even F'ing looking at me & asks if I wanna give him a hand job. I'm like WTFF??!!? NO NO NO! NO fucking way! I'm done-outta here! I left, found a pay phone & got a ride home from a friend. That jerk pestered my home answering machine every day 5 or 6 messages, calling my friends looking for me trying to leave a message with them for me & started leaving "love-hate" notes on my car when I'd go out with friends...went on for over a month before another 2 guy friends found out about the whole scenario & gave him a real nice fist talkin-to. He was nixed from associating with my group of friends for the harrassment & perverse first date business.
So fellas, don't be taking chicks to strip clubs for a first date, unless they ask you to! lol
But yeah, they're fun. That's the bottom line. That's why I worked there. You get to watch girls make out, flirt with them, sometimes go home with them and at the end of the night THEY had to tip ME out! I got THEIR money! 
