So I’ve been pretty bad this week about updating my blog, but nothing too dramatic or happy has really happened. I’ve been very busy with work and going out with friends and other dates, so I was waiting for something a little more substantial to happen before I posted. Last night, I returned to Gloria’s with a new group of friends. This time, there were cute men all over that club (I’m not sure why they decided to go this weekend and not last, Rude hotties of Dallas, Rude.)
I’ve always had a problem with dance clubs. I always want to dance with people, but oftentimes I am never brave enough to approach and ask a guy to dance. I am not really sure why, but the thought of someone saying no to me always rubbed me the wrong way.
Besides, I always had a boyfriend whenever I went out to the club, so dancing with some random stranger was just something I was not going to do. Instead, I’d happily dance with my friends, or guys that would approach me, and while that was fine I always wondered what it would be like to spend the night dancing with who I wanted to dance with.
Girls are so funny because so many of us waste so much time settling for the guys who get up the courage to come to us. Usually, they are not as cute or intriguing as the guys we really want, but for whatever reason we never are brave enough to talk to these guys, and by default dance with the guys that sparkle less.
Well, yesterday I decided I was going to go out and dance with the guys I wanted to dance with.
No more was I going to be worried about if someone would say no, because in the end, if someone doesn’t want to dance with me that doesn’t mean I’m flawed in some way. Maybe that’s the problem. People are so concerned that someone denying them the simple act of a dance is saying they are not a cool, interesting, beautiful, great person. Wise up people—if you know that you are all those things and more, why worry about if someone is going to say no? It’s just not a biggie.
Last night, one of the guys I asked to dance did say no, but way more said yes. I went after all different types of guys, even dancing with the hottest black man I’ve ever seen in my life. It felt great! It wasn’t dramatic, it wasn’t something where I tried to have a deep conversation with them or get their numbers or whatever—I just spent five minutes of my night getting twirled and spun by some of the hottest men in that Salsa club.
And there’s nothing that makes a girl happier than getting twirled.
Spit it.
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