The Orange Phoenix | 9 Observations 
So it’s Friday night and you’re young and bored, so what do you do to occupy your time? How about clubbing? Sounds like a great idea. I’ve never been much of a club person – the whole have to pay an over priced rate to go stand in a room full of people and then have to pay another ridiculous price to be able to get something to drink and I’ll be damned if I’m gonna drink water and be charged 3.99 for the lemon that comes with it.
Anyway, I was conned into going clubbing with an old friend of mine (yes he’s male and no he isn’t include in my count because he already has a girlfriend). The cool thing was we were the first ones there, so I could ease myself out into the scene without feeling uncomfortable. Chillin and a couple martinis later, I was on the floor doing it up – 70’s, 80’s New Jack Swing, ‘Ol skool Reggae, contemporary stuff – I was feeling good dancing with any and everyone around me. So while I’m dancing, this fine-ass man grabs me and starts to freak me down and I’m like Holla! Okay, I know your thinking, “How do you know he was fine when the lights in a club are usually dim?” You really don’t, you only hope that between the dim lights and the 3 martinis that I slugged down that I get lucky. He had a nice shaped head (I appreciate a beautiful bald man!), he smelled good (sweat mixed with aftershave) and he was the only guy in there that was able to match me dance for dance, so I was fine with it.
So about 2-3 songs go by and we are dancing closer and closer and I feel somebody poking me… or should I say SOMETHING poking at me. Oh lord, I look down and this guy has a hard-on and is steadily trying to find a place on me to put it in! Okay, I already know that dancing close to folks can do that, but I didn’t expect it to happen.
So my mind is racing – I’m having a good time, it is packed wall to wall in the club. I try to escape, but he is dancing on me hard and something else is getting even harder by the minute. The more I push into the crowd, the harder the crowd pushes me against him. I start wondering to myself, “does he know that I know? Does he care or is he really enjoying watching me try to escape? What did I do – the moment the beat slowed down an inch, I elbowed a few people and made a run for it and didn’t look back. I surfed my way back to my friend and, ordered another martini, slugged it down and called it a night. Sometimes its good to be a woman; few visible signs of hormones going wild… only 749,996 to go.
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Tags: Finding Love
Im sorry to laugh at your terrible time, but, you just described the reason I dont got to clubs either…Thank god for martinis!
1 more year for me! I actually can’t wait until I can go to clubs and bars to hang out with friends and the guys..
-Gregg
Just found the blog … great stuff!
I’ve stopped going to clubs also, and as a male, a number of my friends are baffled.
My purpose for going out to clubs was to meet women, I have found the quality (defined by me and not in the general sense, although related somewhat) of women to be higher in wine bars and even house partys or gatherings.
LMBAO!!! Forget diamonds; dirty martinis and lemon drops are a girl’s best friend!
If you thought he fine why did you bust a move to bust out of the club? Was it his lack of uh, subtlety?
Too funny though!
I went to clubs a few times a looong time ago and always with a friend. I can’t see going these days especially not to meet men.
I do like dancing though!
I’m rooting for your on finding a nice man!
Ms. Q,
So I finally read that book you recommended (The Year of Yes) and I was guffawing on the subway while reading it.
Hopefully I won’t have to go to the lengths she did. . .
You know the club scene isn’t really my thing, but this story was too juicy not to tell.
The dancing was fun though.
Glad you enjoyed “The Year Of Yes” - did you borrow it from the library? I’m always trying to save space AND money and am a big fan of libraries, librarians and of course, books.
If I had a year of Yes I might be going out with primarily taxi cab drivers. Although these days there’s no one asking. Sigh.
Glad you made it out safely without incident!