During my early university years, I was a real party animal. Thursday, Friday and Saturday (and the occasional Sunday… that’s right: there were things going on for hardcore party freaks like me!) I was out, clubbing. I was a horny young adult constantly looking for one-night-stands, the next hottest thing, the crazy sexual experience.
One night, while I was partying in a club, my eyes landed on a bombshell: fair complexion, big breasts, luscious lips, wearing a body-hugging backless dress. The tattoo on her lower back was a snake and, while she danced with her friends, she was driving all the guys nuts.
Note to all women: men love women who can dance. You can have Jennifer Lopez’s body and Halle Berry’s face, but if you do not know how to dance with style, rhythm and confidence, you lose a lot of points. A girl much less beautiful than you, but who can dance, will be more successful at drawing attention than you. It’s cruel, but true. Illustration: Alicia Keys and Beyonce. Alicia Keys is more beautiful than Beyonce, but Beyonce is deemed more attractive because she can dance.
Last time, I had a discussion with my friends. All were unanimous: they said that one of the reasons why they are not attracted to white women it’s because white chicks don’t know how to dance. Kinda sad but true! I was simply dumbfounded.
Anyway! Back to the sexy mama at the club! That evening, all the guys in the club were oogling at the chick on the dancefloor, but since they were all cowards, nobody had the courage to approach her.
Confidence is not a something that I lack (in actual fact, I have been called OVER-confident… lol). I put my glass down on the table and I walked up to talk with the girl. As I made my way to her, our eyes met and she had this knowing smile. She was probably relieved to see that there are still guys who have a couple of cojones in their pants, not intimidated by her feverish sexiness.
I get to her but we don’t talk; I don’t even ask for her name. I just went behind her, put my hands on her waist and we started grinding. That night, the DJ was particularly inspired. We danced to soca and dancehall songs for half an hour without interruption, in our little world. The club was small and poorly ventilated. The atmosphere was steamy, our bodies were youthful, sweating and eager: it was great!
Me, I was ecstatic. I was dancing with the hottest chick in the club. Dudes were glaring at me with envy: jealous cowards! And I was lovin’ it! My wandering hands were all over her body and for the most part, she was adoring the touch… until I got carried away and I put my fingers in, well, the wrong place….
And that’s when things turned weird: she didn’t like it at all. She detangled herself from our hot embrace and said she had to go to the bathroom but both of us knew that was a lie: she didn’t want to dance with me anymore because of my inappropriate behavior. It was quite understandable (although, can you really blame a man?)
-So, what’s the girl’s name? Apparently, she likes you. Are you going to close the deal tonight?, one of my friends asked me.
- Nah, she is not my style: too stuck-up. You know me, I’m very picky, I replied.
Bullshit!
