I love dancing. If you don't know this about me, you probably don't know me at all. I guess you could say it defines me. I don't necessarily think it's a good thing to have a single verb define your entire being, but dancing is who I am. Sorry 'bout it.
Last night, I left Life Time Fitness (AKA Globo Gym or the Best Gym in the World) after a pretty phenomenal workout. I biked, ran, and lifted! Super! Tangent time: what is the best way to approach hotter-than-Hercules guys at the gym? Honestly, I generally don't notice fellow gym-goers because I am concentrating on my workout, but this guy is golden. Do I just go up and introduce myself? Or use a really corny line? Or a really witty line? HELP ME. Regardless... after I left the gym, the endorphins were buzzing and I really wanted to go out dancing. Is this so much to ask? Now Columbia, Maryland is not necessarily the most poppin' of suburban towns. Locally, DC is where the party is at, but since I customarily have to be in DC for rehearsals every weekend, I reserve that sophisticated, cow-tipping of a good time for Friday and Saturdays. But Union Jacks had a DJ and I was sure I would see half of my high school and surrounding high schools there (to my delight or dismay, debatable) - so I put on some high-waisted satin shorts (easy to get low in, duh), a belted cropped lace tee, 5-inch wedges, my free fedora, and went in for the kill. Riding solo toniiight.
Apparently walking into a bar alone as a young female is frowned upon and/or not socially acceptable. When someone asked who I came with, to which I happily responded, "Myself!", I received the strangest of looks! Dude, why can't you grasp I just came to dance? "I just want to stand in a circle around our pocketbooks and shoes and just - I just wanna dance! DANCE!" (props to Dane Cook for getting it so right - he truly gets women). So a friendly, redheaded bartender with whom I have become acquainted got my already sprightly demeanor and endorphin-swimming head rolling on a few Vanilla Gingers and a car bomb, the DJ pumped some jams, and it was time to go get jiggy.
Last night, I left Life Time Fitness (AKA Globo Gym or the Best Gym in the World) after a pretty phenomenal workout. I biked, ran, and lifted! Super! Tangent time: what is the best way to approach hotter-than-Hercules guys at the gym? Honestly, I generally don't notice fellow gym-goers because I am concentrating on my workout, but this guy is golden. Do I just go up and introduce myself? Or use a really corny line? Or a really witty line? HELP ME. Regardless... after I left the gym, the endorphins were buzzing and I really wanted to go out dancing. Is this so much to ask? Now Columbia, Maryland is not necessarily the most poppin' of suburban towns. Locally, DC is where the party is at, but since I customarily have to be in DC for rehearsals every weekend, I reserve that sophisticated, cow-tipping of a good time for Friday and Saturdays. But Union Jacks had a DJ and I was sure I would see half of my high school and surrounding high schools there (to my delight or dismay, debatable) - so I put on some high-waisted satin shorts (easy to get low in, duh), a belted cropped lace tee, 5-inch wedges, my free fedora, and went in for the kill. Riding solo toniiight.
Apparently walking into a bar alone as a young female is frowned upon and/or not socially acceptable. When someone asked who I came with, to which I happily responded, "Myself!", I received the strangest of looks! Dude, why can't you grasp I just came to dance? "I just want to stand in a circle around our pocketbooks and shoes and just - I just wanna dance! DANCE!" (props to Dane Cook for getting it so right - he truly gets women). So a friendly, redheaded bartender with whom I have become acquainted got my already sprightly demeanor and endorphin-swimming head rolling on a few Vanilla Gingers and a car bomb, the DJ pumped some jams, and it was time to go get jiggy.
I don't like dancing with boys. First off, it gets awkward real quick especially if you're not drunk enough, they generally can't keep up, and then they ultimately think I'm trying to holler. Pass on all accounts. Dancing with girls can be slightly more appealing but then it kind of morphs into some lesbionic mesh of butt-jiggling and hair-tossing which kind of makes me want to vomit if I ever spend more than two solid minutes participating. So, what a relief that I came by myself - or even better, that there were two dancing-machine gay guys on site, Aqua Boogie and Frenchie! We partied like it was 1999. Dougie, cupid shuffle, pop lock & drop it. Me and the gays and the jams. Burning calories the fun way. Life was good.
I can't stop thinking about how great of a time I had last night, despite the fact I was in a mediocre bar in a family-oriented town and out by myself. On his way out, a tall and handsome stranger stopped me and said, "I'm leaving now, but I just wanted to let you know that it's a shame I didn't talk to you earlier, because you look like you have a lot of fun." I think that's an even better compliment than cajoling a girl's physical features or clothes or beauty! Granted, the characteristic "having fun" is not a difficult one to master, but it does seem comparable to proving the Pythagorean Theorem to some. You're in a bar! Have a good time! Let your hair down then proceed to whip your hair back and forth! No one is judging you. And if they are, then they obviously don't matter.
Going out alone is not always a bad thing. Do what YOU want to do. Meet new people. Project certainty in yourself and people will view you as poised, sure, and ...fun! I absolutely love social scenes with friends but sometimes, me? I just wanna dance.
I can't stop thinking about how great of a time I had last night, despite the fact I was in a mediocre bar in a family-oriented town and out by myself. On his way out, a tall and handsome stranger stopped me and said, "I'm leaving now, but I just wanted to let you know that it's a shame I didn't talk to you earlier, because you look like you have a lot of fun." I think that's an even better compliment than cajoling a girl's physical features or clothes or beauty! Granted, the characteristic "having fun" is not a difficult one to master, but it does seem comparable to proving the Pythagorean Theorem to some. You're in a bar! Have a good time! Let your hair down then proceed to whip your hair back and forth! No one is judging you. And if they are, then they obviously don't matter.
Going out alone is not always a bad thing. Do what YOU want to do. Meet new people. Project certainty in yourself and people will view you as poised, sure, and ...fun! I absolutely love social scenes with friends but sometimes, me? I just wanna dance.
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