I got home from Nite Moves a few hours ago and must say I felt very sorry for all the girls. Most were gorgeous, personable and could REALLY dance, yet the patrons were super lame. Hardly anyone tipped, even if they were sitting at the stage, and most turned down one lap dance after the other. I almost felt compelled to go around the room and ask each guy why he even came. To stare at the wall? Wait. Thaaaaaaat's right. Saturday night is just the timeout period before these guy's return home to their smart, beautiful, agile girlfriend's and wives who are willing to dance naked on a pole and shake their bum-bums in your face. No wonder these girls have day jobs. Some Saturday night.I shouldn't complain, the rude behavior and empty pockets on display all night only helped make me a more attractive client to the wonderful stable of girls. Constant attention, good conversation and relaxation. I'd call it another good night. The key to it is real simple: don't be a dick and pay the girls what they deserve. You're getting a rare service. Act like you realize it. Try being nice, get a private dance, leave a decent tip and you'll find out how genuinely sweet and normal these girls really are. Magically, if you do these things, you'll leave with nothing to compain about. You call the girls "bitches" and "whores" because they don't respond well to you being a rude, cheap asshole when they give you a peek at something you'd NEVER see otherwise. And that somehow surprises you? Why is it that I never, EVER, have a single complaint when I go during prime hours?Aaaaaaaaaaanyway, thanks girls. And happy birthday, T.