I love to dance.
Anyway to anything and with anyone
(...just about...)
definately not with the creepy guy who keep groaning everytime he sees me shake my ass.
That's so not cool.
not hot.
not sexy.
not anything.
When I go out, which is not usually all that often, I go to dance, not to drink.
Drinking just gets me into a groove a little faster. And more confidence to really let loose.
But I definately don't have to drink to have fun.
I feel one of the best things about going to a bar is that you can do just about what ever you want on the dance floor and if someone thinks you look like an idiot they'll probably just chalk it up to the fact that you are more than likely drunk. That's just my philosophy.
I managed to get myself into some mischief last night when we went out. A couple guys from out of town were looking for a good time. They were pretty well drunk by the time we even got to the bar. The girls and I were getting drinks at the bar and just hanging out. As the better songs came on, my boogie came out just a little bit more. I kept getting nudged toward the dance floor, but I wasn't quite ready. Y, my suitemate, had her boy there with us. The new guys were sitting next to her. Somehow they get to talking about wanting to dance She asked them who they wanted to dance with and and They had pointed to me and said "that one" so Y calls me over.
"You (pointing to me) and You(pointing to striped shirt) go dance."
Me: "Well, alright.."
And the song ends as soon as we hit the dance floor. Striped Shirt bows out and we head back to the bar. It's about here where I should introduce the creepy guy with glasses standing behind me who was staring rather obviously at my ass and groaned audibly anytime I dance in the near vicinity. Such a buzz kill. And I was even buzzed. I hadn't had a drink yet.
K bought me a rum and coke and we discussed said creepy guy. I'm trying to save my money. I blew a lot at some random trips to walmart the past couple of days but I digress...
a local boy, Moose, came up and asked me to dance.
Now, here's my philosophy on that. I'll dance with just about anybody who asks me because it takes a pretty big set of cajones to ask any random girl to dance. Except the creepy old guy, nuf said. We don't want to encourage that one.
Throughout the night I danced a lot. A lot with friends, several by myself, a couple with random guys who said they couldn't dance. (I have this thing with people who believe they can't dance, I don't care if they actually can or can't keep a rhythm, the point is to just have some fun.) And several with Striped Shirt. I made him salsa dance with me because I didn't know of anyone else who would since Roomate wasn't out with us. Apparently, one of my girls had her eye on Striped shirt and I was causeing some trouble with her pulling out the moves.
At this point, I feel I should say that I don't care who who goes after and usually I'll stay out of the way, but I was there to have a good time and Striped Shirt was too. We just wanted to dance and have fun. Besides, I have my own boy who I love. I don't need anyone else.
Too bad SS wasn't interested in her.
Now, I had no idea she was even trying to go after him until her and a KDub ambushed us on the dance floor. I let C take him and KDub gave me a look with her hands on her hips said, "Don't you have a boyfriend?!?"
"Yes I do." And I walked off the dance floor.
She can have him. I didn't care.
He was cute and nice and not trying to pick me up (well at least not obviously until the end of the night.) so I was ok with dancing with him more than once. As the night wore on, C kept cornering the poor boy. I had to come to his rescue a few times but he was polite and didn't just ignore her.
He came over to talk to me at the end of the night asked me about my boyfriend, ah... so they told him... not that I was trying to keep it a secret, I just don't feel the need to tell everyone I dance with my entire life story.
"Our heat doesn't work in our room we're staying in, so I keep trying to get my buddy to sleep with me. Hey get over here and keep me warm and he tells me 'hell no'." I laughed and told him I could think of another solution to keep him warm at night. He kinda coked his head and looked at me.
"C"
He threw back his head and laughed. He shook his head. "Well, what if I said I'd rather have you keep me warm."
So much for not trying to pick me up.
This time it was my turn to shake my head. "Nope, I'm taken. Sorry. I'm very happily taken."
But the end of the night, I was sick of the drama that I had apparently caused by stealing this boy. Cause, you know, that's exactly what I was trying to do by turning him down.
I borrowed a pen from a friend and wrote my number down on a scrap of a receipt that was left in my wallet from some bygone era where I used to try to keep track of where my money had gotten off to. Just a simple, call if you're ever in town again.
I handed it to him.
Just to piss her off.
Maybe I was in the wrong in the first place, but man, if you know me, you know I'm not going to cheat. I'm not going to take some boy from anyone else. I may save them from you but that's as far as it goes. And it goes both ways... I'll save you from them if its needed.
Striped Shirt called me.
