10/13/2002 02:59:00 AM [ link ]
Tonight I went dancing (surprise surprise). I've decided that I need two modes of operation for dancing, depending on the location.
1) Location is Casa Loma, Fusion, or some other place where people go for the purpose of dancing or watching the dancing.
2) Location is a smoky bar. People go there to drink. And, oh yeah, there's music of some sort.
Since the majority of my dancing falls in category #1, I am in the habit of accepting a dance with anyone who might ask. Sure, there are a few creepy old guys at my regular haunts, but most of them are least subtle about it. And there are some really nice old guys too, some amazing dancers. Tonight I made the mistake of acting as if I was in a Location #1, when I was actually in a Location #2. A random guy asked me to dance, and I said yes before I even thought about it. This guy's creepiness turned out not to be so subtle. He actually felt the need to tell me that he's old enough to be my father (as if that wasn't already completely obvious). Ugh. New mode of operation for dancing in smoky bars: dance only with people I already know. The old guys are too likely to be creepy, and the young guys are unlikely to know how to dance.
Lest I leave any female or parental type readers cringing on my behalf, I should mention the upside of dancing in smoky bars: it's really easy to impress people. You just go and do your thing, and even if you aren't that great people think it's the coolest thing they have ever seen. These two girls left a note on my table that said "We want to be like you when we grow up!" It made my night.
I think I should cough some of this smoke out of my lungs and then go to sleep.
