http://lifeandhealth.guardian.co.uk/food/story/0,,2272815,00.html
Sadly, I have actually walked passed the one in Nottingham.
you know, I can't help but think that the guys who go to these things are just really, really pathetic. And perhaps the reason they can't get real women to talk to them is because they go to Hooters?
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How can that be the case, though? I mean, if i'm a classy, savvy guy with the capacity to at least TALK to women, then i'll feel far more self-assured and satisfied about entering one of these so-called (awesomely, I should add) "breastaurants".
I have a feeling that it's the dangerously anti-social types that you'd perceive as the creepy ones who'd be a little too embarrassed to enter.
Then again, i'd have no interest in going to one (besides the novelty value...and oh! What value), and I can sort of talk to women.
Hmm. I reckon you'd get two stratums of men in Hooters - the socially awkward types, and the 'jocks' who are self-assured bravado-clowns. So, I suppose, it's exactly like a strip club.
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