Only bad ones at bad places. I used to be a bouncer for years.
I was a guardian of "you" and my bartenders. I got you home safe, got rid of sexual predators and creeps, and gave you a light for your cigarettes and joints even though I don't smoke either anymore. Someone to chat with at length when you were just there because you had to. I suppose I would boost the occasional self-esteem too :]
I would also beat people up and sometimes pepper spray their mouth and eyeballs if they were violent assclowns. Such is life!
But... he took the insecurity away from you, and he'll hold onto it until you are ready to leave the club, at which point a different comment will give it right back, to you and only you, and even with interest.
Omg I can't believe you actually bought that line I said when you went in - you are such a dweeb, next time just stay home dumbass!
So does he suck, or is he a master at the game? :-P