I Pretend I’m Horny, You Pretend You’re A Dog: Performing Consent In The Club

There was a post going around the stripper tumblrsphere about what is probably one of the most common lap dance rejections of all time:
“I would love to but I just don’t think I could control myself.”
It’s the perfect way for customers to say no; phrased as a compliment (of sorts), it expresses interest and desire, encouraging the dancer to continue her attempts to sell and thus give the customer more attention without him committing to anything. They usually deliver this excuse with a cute smile, like it’s a joke.
I recognize that they are trying to be charming—even trying to compliment me on my attractiveness!—but it’s so hard to bite my tongue and not ask, “In what world is having less self control than my chihuahua something you want to admit to?” If I’m having a good enough night and don’t need the money or energy, if I really can’t stop myself from beginning a profitless (literally and figuratively!) interaction, I’ll try to answer in a way that highlights what a stupid, embarrassing, insulting and creepy thing that is to say.
“Oh, you’re an adult, I’m sure we’ll be fine. I mean you’ve gotten this far in life!”
“No, no, you’re too hot, I wouldn’t be able to help myself.” This response is accompanied by a sad, regretful face. It is my fault that my sex appeal will make them lose control.
“Really? You have less self control than my dog?”
“Men are dogs.” Another sad, regretful face.