On Wednesday afternoon, I woke up feeling good and decided that I had to get out of the house. My sister, detecting that I was upset, invited me to come over to her place for a bit before she and our friend went out dancing at a regular function for my sister's work. I said yes, then as I got dressed I realized I was dressing up -- perhaps because leaving my house felt like a special occasion. My outfit was black pants, a blue dress shirt and a grey sweater jacket. So I said, "What the hell," I'm up to it. I want to go dancing too! So I did! The decision was final when I found out another good friend of ours was going.
I didn't anticipate being bored at the club/bar. It's like I didn't remember disliking going out to places like that. When I was 19 for part of age 20, I really enjoyed it most of the time, just not for more than a couple of hours because I've never liked being on my feet for that long. I think I had last gone dancing a few years ago.
Well, there I was, dancing in a pink glittery shirt I picked out at my sister's (YES. ME IN PINK!) to top 40 music with strange, drunk, desperate men talking to me and even possibly drunker couples making out at various parts of the club. I'd forgotten how annoying those men were, the ones who seem to come to clubs alone just to get women to come home with them or at least re-enact scenes from the Discovery Channel on the dance floor.
It all came back to me, the necessary measures to repel these overzealous drunkards. The key is persistence, ladies:
First, don't look bored or nervous. Stand tall.
Second, never make eye contact. The beast will interpret this as, "Yes. She wants me!" or "She'll definitely come home with me if I talk to her."
Third, if he talks to you, keep your back to him. Dance with a bunch of girls if you have to. You don't necessarily have to be rude; just keep your answers short. One guy told me he wanted to get to know me and I said something like, "That's nice."
With those steps, he should get the hint, but if he doesn't be prepared to yell at him and/or fetch a bouncer. And of course never let him touch you if you don't want him to. Some guys feel that they are entitled to touch you and if you push them away, they will claim you are a bitch. You know, because our bodies are public property. Also, if you are wearing something even the least bit revealing, in their eyes, that makes you fair game. Unfortunately, they might think she asked for it.
Anyway, I ended up having a great time, mind you we stayed for at least an hour longer than my legs wanted. It was okay. I just sat on the stage swaying, occasionally looking behind me to watch men and women take turns pole dancing or dancing provocatively with their Canadian flags. It was the day before Canada Day. Earlier in the night the anthem music came on and many sang "O Canada."
So there you have it. A night of fun, humour and friend love. But damn, was I happy to leave!