I remember the other reason I stopped clubbing – the sleazy guys. Ahhhh…it all comes back after one night of clubbing. Oh, and I can proudly say I didn’t fall asleep.
The party wasn’t what I was thought it would be, it was fun, but not what I imagined. The night reminded me of why I like quiet nights, versus the pounding sound of music and many, many bodies dancing to it. My claustrophobia kicked in big time.
As for the sleazy guys, I could recall a few things that happened, but I’m not going to – they’re just worth a good chuckle now. They weren’t all sleazy, but its the ones that are that make it bad for the good ones.
I went to the club with my sister-in-law sister’s best friend W. I dropped off my car at her house and met her younger brother who drove us to the club. Watching these two was quite entertaining. Her brother was a metrosexual type of guy. He must have changed his shirt four or five times while I was waiting to leave, asking his sister and I what we thought. He came down with one shirt and it was kinda short and he said “is this short, what do you think, is it short” while pulling at it. W was hemming and hawing about it and then he looked over at me and I said “well, you keep pulling at it and if you’re doing that its too short for you” and that’s all I said and he went back upstairs to change again. W was amused by my honesty, but I told her that if he was already fidgeting with it, then he’d be doing it all night and would be uncomfortable.
Human relationships always interest me. I like seeing how people interact. The club was a great example of that. The dancing was great to watch, some not so good but funny and some really good. All the grinding and dry humping, though, was a bit over the top but hilarious to watch.
Remind me to never dry hump a boyfriend in public. 😉