This tidbit would have been helpful.


You have a problem.

Okay, I happen to know there are some women that have no problem with their spouse enjoying nude bars. But not me.

You've put a whole new dimension on this post now.

Is she a dancer there? What is she doing there?

And there is a huge difference between midnight and 4:30AM.

If you are looking for someone to say there is a problem here, I'll say it. No way in hell would I accept my husband hanging out at a place that is totally designed to get him aroused, and then he drives another woman home (haha, no pun intended).

Ummm, excuse me.. but did you just say that your husband spends his nights at a nude bar and you are just now getting concerned with a phone number in his cell phone?

I think I would be just as concerned with who this woman is in general. What time does this bar close? And why does he need to give her a ride home? Where is he from the time the bar closes and when he finally drags his ass home? I honestly think his cell phone would be the least of my worries!

What Bernie said.

The fact you've just relayed change the entire picture.

She's a stripper? He met her at a bar or at the strip club? You have a huge problem on your hands, I'm afraid.

You've got trouble.

RED FLAGS RED FLAGS!!!! :-o


Your husband wouldn't be named Robert would he? (Inside DS joke....pay no mind!)

I'd definitely do a little snooping. Try snoopbuddy.com

I am with Giddy. THis spells trouble anyway you look at it. The nude thing is not acceptable, him going there is not acceptable, and makes the ceel phone issue seem not like much. Come on, IT IS ALL WRONG. Wake up! You don't need much to see this is all weird to say the least. Expect better, stand up for yourself.

Wait, how do you know how much a lap dance costs at this bar?

If you know that, do you know someone that goes there regularly or someone that works there? Ask them if something is going on. Or go there before they open one day and ask the bartender/bouncer some questions.

This whole post is starting to seem a bit weird to me!

Are you really just concerned about his cell phone? I mean REALLY?

My husband met her in a bar and had her number 2 times in his phone. Once under her name the other under an X. Theve been together now 13 months and we are getting a divorce. He never had done anything like this before.
So as everyone else says, if he isnt talking to her with you there I would be real careful. We were married 17yrs. Length of time means nothing to some people anymore.

After getting bits and bits of information, I am curious to know what an "innocent reason" is for you? You know how much the lap dance costs, you are concerned about the number in the cell, yet slide over his spending time at 'nude' bars...

What are you asking?

No, there's no "innocent" reason. You do know that many nude clubs actually have girls engaging in sex with the men in back rooms, don't you? These clubs engage in prostitution.

My stbx has a big strip club/sex addiction problem. I found out way more than I really care to know about these places. A dancer's phone number in his cell phone is a humongous red flag, trust me. There's no innocence here.

So Barry (he's a bear) comes home to his wife. Day in, day out, he comes home to her. He gets fed, she gets fed. Everything's fat and happy in the Barry household.

Well, one day Barry finds out that there's this place you can go to that sells cuts of meat. Well, it doesn't really sell them, it's kind of an odd place. See, these rabbits come out wearing nothing but dental floss, and they shove these cuts of meat in the patron's faces. But the patrons aren't allowed to touch the meat, only drool all over it.

So Barry goes to this place and finds this one bunny that sizes him up and figures out he's a chump. She finds that if she shows him some nice rump roast, he wants more than just that cut of meat, he wants the whole damn store.

She wants a sugar bear, he wants the bunny meat. Floss is optional.

Barry is a shmuck. Barry fails. Barry needs to straighten out his priorities.

OK I've only read the beginning of this thread but I'd have my nose for news out for sure. About six months before my split, I was getting a credit card out of his walett and found a motel card with a phone number on it. He told me the guy that manages it has a stereo for sale he wanted to buy. Yeah I bought it like an idiot. I didn't want to know but I had a stomach ache for a long time. Especially since he had a stereo he would have liked to have sex with. I started getting ready for a divorce not long after. Thank God I did that because as shitty as it's been, it would have been a lot worse, if I hadn't gotten my ducks in a row.

LMAO Pasta.
But you didn't address how the bear learned how to drive, after all, how'd the bunny get home?