A Note to Club Guys
A Note to Club Guys
Admittedly, I am not a frequenter of clubs, but I've been to enough to know some of the standard behavior. And, I realize that just because I don't fall into the "club girl" genre, there's a certain amount of that behavior that I have to endure when out in a club. For instance, I'm not all about bumping and grinding when dancing, but that's the way most dancing goes in a club, so I can deal with it for awhile if most of the other conditions are right. However, there is some behavior that I just can't and won't deal with. I don't think anyone should have to and I can't believe that anyone actually does. Last night, Keely and I went to the Last Supper Club, which is in Pioneer Square. It seemed like a good idea when she proposed the idea earlier in the evening, but once I got to the overly crowded basement dancefloor in my overtired state (we had been out very late the night before, I been up very early in the morning for a date, and then we'd been at the beach all afternoon and evening) I was cranky, not feeling attractive at all, and slightly overwhelmed and claustraphobiv by the amount of people on the dancefloor. About fifteen minutes before we were going to leave, this guy grabs me from behind and starts dancing, which was actually severe bumping and grinding. Well. Okay. I wasn't in the mood exactly, but I told myself that I should be happy someone wanted to dance with me.
Nikki on 08.24.03 @ 01:44 PM PST [more..]