Sunday, May 29, 2011

A Night Out

After sitting around the house all last weekend, I decided that this weekend, I really needed to give the couch a break. It being Memorial Day Weekend, Heavenly Bodies was having their annual bash. I wasn't going to be able to attend the entire thing, but decided that the Saturday night dance would be enough to get me out of the house, see some friends and generally have a nice time.

I used to go to the BBW dances semi-regularly. Not a die-hard attendee like some, but maybe once a month or once every 6 weeks. The thing is, the dances aren't really my thing. The music is too loud, the crowd is too young and the drama is everywhere. It's a great venue for people watching, that's for sure. And let me tell you, Stacey and whats-his-name from What Not To Wear would have a friggin' FIELD DAY at one of these events. Ladies, please, adopt this mantra = Just Because You CAN Doesn't Mean You SHOULD. I'm all about having the right to wear what you want. No one should be able to tell you that you can't wear horizontal stripes or bright colors because you're fat. But that doesn't mean you shouldn't exercise a little restraint. You don't need to have your boobs or ass hanging out to be sexy. It's more about your attitude than the fact that your double D's are out there for everyone to see. (stepping off soapbox now - LOL)

But anyway... I decided to go and for once, I didn't agonize about what to wear. I usually stress about it but this time I just decided to go casual with my jeans and a new scoop neck black shirt I just got in the mail. Every time I do agonize over the nights wardrobe, once I get there a
nd see some of the outfits, I think - what in the world was I worried about??? LOL!

I got there at 10:15pm, paid my $20 and saw a few friends sitting at one of the first tables. I went over and sat down and almost immediately wanted to leave. LOL - I can't help it - I'm a homebody! :-) I went to the bar, paid $2 for a diet coke that was less than half a can in a little plastic cup and nearly got knocked over by some woman literally pulling a guy off his chair
to the dance floor.

Back at my table, I realized that I forgot to wash the sign off my forehead that says "Please stand closely in front of me and talk to someone, blocking my view of everything except your ass". This happens to me EVERY time I go to a dance and no matter where I sit. Sometimes it's people I know, sometimes not. It bugs the crap out of me! LOL. If I know the person, I'll sometimes tell/ask them to back off, bu
t I don't want to be rude to someone I don't know, so I guess I just prefer to bitch about it here! LOL! So yeah, sitting at the table, trying to look around or through people, I'm keeping my eye on the door for my friend Cindy.

In the mean time, a cute guy came in alone and went off in search of the bar. Fresh Meat! LOL! But in minutes, a thin woman had him by the hand and dragged him into what looked like a utility closet behind the table I was sitting at. My friend Lorenzee and I looked at each other and burst out laughing. It was a total "I know what you're doing in there" kind of moment. I never saw them come out! Cindy arrived and I moved over to a table with her and another friend, Pam. Some time w
ent by and I noticed that Fresh Meat was sitting alone at a table nearby, texting. I caught his eye and smiled and he smiled back. Hmmm.. promising... a few minutes later, our eyes met again and I mouthed "Hi" and he did the same. Now, I am SO not the person that approaches men. I'm not shy once you know me, in fact, just the opposite sometimes. But meeting new people or going up and introducing myself to someone is something I find VERY difficult to do. But in this case, I thought I had the perfect "opening line". I told Cindy that I needed to be dared to go talk to this guy and like the good friend she is, she immediately dared me. Please Note: Unless I WANT to do something, no amount of "dare" or catcalls of "chicken" will make me do it. LOL!

I took a deep breath, approached his table, pulled out a chair, plopped myself down and said "Hi... so... I see you came out of the closet"? In my head, it was a much wittier remark! We started talking and I found out his name was Steve, he was from NY, he was there alone, the woman who pulled him into the "closet" was actually a hotel employee bringing him the back way through to the front desk to fix a problem with his room, and he took a cab to the dance from Brockton at a cost of $90. We chit chatted easily, bantering back and forth. I had no expectations at all, was just enjoying my bravery and the attention of a cute guy.

After maybe 15 or 20 minutes (less? more? no idea!) he said "Let me tell you what I'm going to do. I'm going to go get you a drink, but you've got to give me some idea about what you like". (I was drinking soda - not a big alcohol person). I told him a girly drink and to surprise me. He got up, told me to watch his chair and he'd be right back. As I sat there "watching" his chair, I looked over to Cindy and she gave me the thumbs up and I smiled. Toe tapping and shoulder dancing as I waited, (my how things have changed from when I first came in, huh? LOL), it suddenly occurred to me that it might not be too smart to accept an open drink from a guy I don't even know. Visions of myself all loopy and out of it crossed my min
d. But in the end, I had nothing to worry about. "Steve" ditched me! He never came back! The bastard! LOL!

I had no thoughts of marrying the man or anything, but really?? Really? Was I giving off some vibe that made him run for the hills? Had I scared him off with my wit? My sarcasm? My je ne sais quoi? LOL! I mean, wtf?? Cindy joined me at the little table a bit later and we laughed about it. But what I can't "get past" is this - WHY didn't "Steve" just say "Look, it's been nice to meet you but I've got to go..." or "I've got to meet someone" or whatever... Did he think I'd start crying? Fall off my chair and have a fit on the floor? LOL... sigh... men!

I left the dance at just after 1am. I'm glad I went, got to see Cindy, and had the guts to approach a guy. But I'm still pissed about being ditched!!!

Cindy and me - before the ditching!

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