I was out dancing tonight and through the course of the evening I was approached in various ways by three different guys. The first was from Albania. The second was from Australia. The third was from Africa. I’m sensing a pattern here. I didn’t want to have a repeat of NYC Moments #122 so when Mr. Albanian sidled up to me with this puppy dog look and kept getting closer and closer in a passive fashion. I overtly turned to him and said, “You touch me and I’ll hit you.” then I continued to boogie away. Mr. Australia was much more direct and understandable to me. ”Would you like a drink?” ”No thank you”, I said politely, where upon he went up to the next gal and seemed to have much more success. Mr. Africa was dancing next to me and just grabbed my hand and started twirling. I never knew you could partner dance to house music but apparently it is possible. I would prefer someone who actually asks me rather than just taking, but things were put back in balance when he asked for my number and I just smiled and said no. You are probably wondering where the ‘B’ comes in from the title. I was just in one of those moods of not wanting to be Google-able so I told them all my name was ‘Betty’. The ‘C’ stands for clubbing at Cielo whose DJ was pretty damn good. All in all the evening was a ‘D’. Damn good dancing for me.
Copyright JillAnne
4 July 2009
