OMIGOD! ATTACK OF THE CLONES!
Okay, okay. I had to rip off the whole Star Wars schitk but for reals, I experienced an attack of clones. Well, maybe it wasn't an exact attack but more of an apathetic, nonchalant, nonstare situation. It went down like this.
I have been hanging out with my sister Friday nights salsa dancing at a local club. I was taking Salsa lessons so I figured I should put that practice to use. I went to the club and noticed that it was pretty packed. It seemed like the ballroom dancing Salsa dancers dominated the dance floor. You can pick them out because they are really flashy dancers and they dance in a double time beat meaning it's freaking fast. I like the old Cuban style salsa because it's all about taking your time, having a good time with some attitude and less fast and flash. So after dodging spinning women, I looked around and waited for a man to ask me to dance. I waited and waited and waited. The thing was that there was this big wall of men at least 25-30 guys that were drinking while looking at all the women who walked by. They did they same thing all of them...they were freaky clones. It was sad and it was really starting to piss me off. I figure if you go to a dance club the least you can do is dance with someone. I noticed that the club had a pretty good lesbian crowd there, too. Their salsa wasn't traditional since a woman doesn't' normally know how to lead but they were having fun. I figured that if no man asked me to dance I would finally break down and ask a lesbian. Why not? Finally, a man asks me whom I know from dance class and he was the worst dancer ever. Out of pity I danced two dances with him then bolted to the bar where my sister was hanging. He followed us for a bit but eventually got the hint and left us alone. By now the club was standing room only and even more crowded then before. I was sipping on an Apple Martini and chilling when, finally, I get asked to dance by a guy who didn't stare at me for 30 minutes with a lecherous grin like the majority of the clones. He was a nice young graduate student from UT. He waited patiently while I sucked down my drink. I finally get on the dance floor and we started to dance and my foot slipped out of my shoe. It took me a bit to fix my shoe and the song ended. The next song was reggaeton song (Spanish hip hop) and I figured I should dance this song, too. He had no idea how to dance reggaeton but I told him it was hip hop and he was a really good hip hop dancer. I was amazed that such a clean cut boy wearing a sweater vest could krunk (dirty dance) with me. It was awesome. My sister wasn't so lucky. Her dance partner experienced "the rhythm is going to get you" moment and started yelling in a very distracting and hilarious manner. Very sad. In the end we thanked our dance partners and danced a sister solo dance together. We said good-bye to the wall of guys. I teased Amy that a guy tried to come up to her and ask her to dance but as soon as we stopped dancing and left the dance floor, he turned around pretended to be interested at some paint peeling on the wall. That was smooth, real smooth. Overall, the night was a bust because I didn't dance a lot and the club was really crowded. The best part was spending some time with my sister.
But for reals. I know that women travel in packs but I never knew guys to do it. Has anyone else experienced men just lurking in clubs but never doing anything except staring. I have never experienced this before. Most people who don't dance usually mingle and drink on the side. They don't stare with their mouths open. It was embarrassing it was starting to attract flies.
I have been hanging out with my sister Friday nights salsa dancing at a local club. I was taking Salsa lessons so I figured I should put that practice to use. I went to the club and noticed that it was pretty packed. It seemed like the ballroom dancing Salsa dancers dominated the dance floor. You can pick them out because they are really flashy dancers and they dance in a double time beat meaning it's freaking fast. I like the old Cuban style salsa because it's all about taking your time, having a good time with some attitude and less fast and flash. So after dodging spinning women, I looked around and waited for a man to ask me to dance. I waited and waited and waited. The thing was that there was this big wall of men at least 25-30 guys that were drinking while looking at all the women who walked by. They did they same thing all of them...they were freaky clones. It was sad and it was really starting to piss me off. I figure if you go to a dance club the least you can do is dance with someone. I noticed that the club had a pretty good lesbian crowd there, too. Their salsa wasn't traditional since a woman doesn't' normally know how to lead but they were having fun. I figured that if no man asked me to dance I would finally break down and ask a lesbian. Why not? Finally, a man asks me whom I know from dance class and he was the worst dancer ever. Out of pity I danced two dances with him then bolted to the bar where my sister was hanging. He followed us for a bit but eventually got the hint and left us alone. By now the club was standing room only and even more crowded then before. I was sipping on an Apple Martini and chilling when, finally, I get asked to dance by a guy who didn't stare at me for 30 minutes with a lecherous grin like the majority of the clones. He was a nice young graduate student from UT. He waited patiently while I sucked down my drink. I finally get on the dance floor and we started to dance and my foot slipped out of my shoe. It took me a bit to fix my shoe and the song ended. The next song was reggaeton song (Spanish hip hop) and I figured I should dance this song, too. He had no idea how to dance reggaeton but I told him it was hip hop and he was a really good hip hop dancer. I was amazed that such a clean cut boy wearing a sweater vest could krunk (dirty dance) with me. It was awesome. My sister wasn't so lucky. Her dance partner experienced "the rhythm is going to get you" moment and started yelling in a very distracting and hilarious manner. Very sad. In the end we thanked our dance partners and danced a sister solo dance together. We said good-bye to the wall of guys. I teased Amy that a guy tried to come up to her and ask her to dance but as soon as we stopped dancing and left the dance floor, he turned around pretended to be interested at some paint peeling on the wall. That was smooth, real smooth. Overall, the night was a bust because I didn't dance a lot and the club was really crowded. The best part was spending some time with my sister.
But for reals. I know that women travel in packs but I never knew guys to do it. Has anyone else experienced men just lurking in clubs but never doing anything except staring. I have never experienced this before. Most people who don't dance usually mingle and drink on the side. They don't stare with their mouths open. It was embarrassing it was starting to attract flies.
posted by Angelique at 12:44 AM
4 Comments:
Usually when I went dancing, I went in a group with just as many guys as gals and I hardly ever had to sit out. I didn't notice if other people were "wallflowers", but maybe it's my memory. This was when I was in my mid-twenties and it's...umm... been a while since then. :-P
Notta, I don't know any men that love to go dance. Even my own husband suffers from a sprained ankle as soon as he hears a suggestion of going dancing. Even though it was crowded, men out numbered women three to one. I just couldn't figure out why men were just standing there. It's a mystery that is going to bug me now until I know the answer.
Have you ever heard the phrase/song "The Girls All Get Prettier at Closing Time?" or something like that? My theory is that the men are there to get some. But hey, what do I know? :-P
The guys need to speak up. Women got to go home sometime and you don't get points for thinking about asking a girl to dance.
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