Last night, I did something I had not done in almost 8 years. I went to a club and danced. It was the most fun I have had in a long time to be honest. I had forgotten how much fun dancing is, plus what great exercise it is. I do wish I had taken more friends with me, but alas, only one was available on such short notice.
The club we went to featured 5 different areas, 2 of them being dance floors, with all different types of music. It was really nice to do something different, and not to sit at home on a beautiful Saturday night, wondering how come I am such a homebody loser. Granted, the person who went with me would not dance with me, but it did not matter. I went and chose to go out onto the floor after staring at it, trying to get up the nerve to make my move for over an hour. I am extremely modest and shy, so it takes a long time for me to put that first foot out there. I didn’t know anyone on the dance floor, but just got out in the middle and did my own thing. No one cared if I happened to be dancing near their group or not, everyone was there just to have fun. Although, the several bachelorette parties there were quite hilarious.
Eventually, this Indian guy came up and asked if I would dance with him while I was out on the floor, so I thought, “sure, why not?” I have to give him credit that he got out there, but I am sorry, the boy just did not know how to dance. I think honestly that it would have done him good to stand back and watch others out there first. I might be being too judgemental, but simply doing only the grind against me is NOT dancing. The fact is, I do NOT like dancing THAT close to anyone to begin with… I just like to dance near someone. We don’t have to be physically touching to be dancing together.
I know a lot of women go to clubs, and simply use men to buy them drinks. I am not one of those women. After dancing and getting hot and sweaty, the Indian guy decided he needed to offer to buy me drinks (alcoholic or not) when I attempted to leave the floor. I refused the offer because to me, that is just a bit rude to do that to someone you do not plan on dancing exclusively the night away with. I kept trying to get away from him on the dance floor, but he just would not let go..then kept asking for my phone number. That means the number he got.. was the wrong area code LOL. I know… that seems mean, but I do NOT give out my phone number to people I do not know well. Times are too dangerous to do so right now. Well, it must have turned out that he was there with a guy friend, because the guy friend kept trying to cut in, and he wouldn’t allow for it. So when I tried to leave the dance floor, I nearly get mauled by this guy’s friend because he wants to buy me drinks or dance. He was simply way too, over-eager and scared me. So I left that dance room for another room so I could sit, cool-off and not be bothered by them for a while.
After sitting and watching people have a blast on another dance floor, I decided to go see how things went with the other person who came with me. As I attempt to head that way, this other guy runs up and asks me to dance with him. By this time, I am simply wiped out and my shoes are KILLING me! I politely turned him down, so he insisted on buying me a soda or whatever I wanted. I politely declined, and the man grabbed my arm and tried to drag me to the other dance room to dance with him. I firmly insisted NO, and finally convince him to leave me be. After milling about because I could not find my friend that came with him.. turns out he had found some cute girls to dance with, no matter that he refused my multiple offers. I will not make the mistake to ever ask him again to dance because obviously, I am once again, an embarassment to him apparently, not being cute enough, etc.
Once I discovered him dancing, I just left for the karaoke bar room because drunk people singing is hilarious. At this point, the earlier guys had been forgotten…to my mistake. I decide to go back to the dance floor through an alternative door..and there is the last guy I had turned down. He insisted on my phone number as well, so he also got the wrong number, dragged me back into the karaoke bar-room. When I say dragged, I literally mean dragged. At this point, he proceeded to tell me his life, where he was from, why he was living there, that he has four motorcycles, that he needs to buy me a drink because I am really very beautiful..etc. Did I mention just how DRUNK this guy was? He simply did not understand, “no, no thank you, I am fine, NO.” Hanging all over me with your arms on me, and trying to kiss on me just does NOT cut it. Plus, he was very antsy about the cops, which I informed him I had many that I was friends with. It took over half an hour to get away from this creep. When I found my friend I came with, I told him it was time to leave, and I meant NOW. I just told him a drunk creep was bothering me and would not leave me be, so it was time to go.
On the drive back home, I got accused of not being okay, that something was bothering me. Was something bothering me? No, not really. I was simply tired and sleepy. You can only dance so many hours straight and not be worn out. I suppose I really was hurt that he would not dance with me, but by this time, I was not surprised, and it was for my own good that I did not. But, I will never let him know that it bothered me, I made that decision a while back to never let him in on my feelings again because he had previously, literally, broken my heart. The part of me he hurt, I will not let return, and that is all I will say about it.
I will probably go dancing again very soon..maybe as soon as Tuesday night. There is a local place that gives free salsa lessons on Tuesday nights from 9-10pm. I think it could be a blast, plus the change up in routine and exercise that I am craving.





