I learned once that if you're dragged to a strip club, and you spend your time there with your nose in a book on an obscure subject, that you'll get lots of attention.

It was my bachelor party, and one guy insisted we go to the titty bar. The woman I was going to marry the next day was much better looking than almost all of the women there, and I just felt so out of place and bored that I was reading a book about electric motors and motor controls, which was really interesting to me. One of the women working there spent avout half the time sitting in my lap asking about the subject material, so it wasnt a total loss I supose.