Dancing Machine
Many thanks to my artist friend A. Declet for contributing the awesome original picture for this blog post…
I rarely go to clubs. In fact, I don’t ever think I’ve initiated a club visit, rather I am usually dragged to a club by one of my female friends much to my chagrin. And I’ll give you one example here of why I don’t like clubs…
Two of my female friends, one of them being my then-ex-girlfriend, came to visit me while I was living in Philadelphia. And I got dragged to a club (the name of said club escapes me). Now, if I were left to my own devices, I would have stood in the darkest corner of the club, the one closest to the exit, and drank beer. My friends, however, wouldn’t stand for such behavior, and they made me dance with them, which I have to admit, wasn’t all bad. Now, I’m no dancer, but I had a decent time getting down, boogying, and cutting a rug with my two female friends.
Then, at the end of the night, a large, African-American gentleman pulled my ex-girlfriend aside and started talking to her. He was obviously some kind of bodybuilder, wearing a tight-fitting white shirt with a giant silver cross on his necklace, his muscles bulging. In other words, his physical appearance was the exact opposite of mine: short, skinny, white, and generally secular.
Anyway, after my ex-girlfriend removed herself from conversation with this large gentleman, I asked her what he had said to her.
“Oh,” she said. “He asked me who I was here with, and I pointed to you.”
“What did he say?” I asked.
“He said, ‘Him? Man, that’s so messed up!’”
Yeah, I don’t like clubs.
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Now tell the rest of the story of how a circle cleared in the middle of the dance floor and you challenged him to dancing "battle" and won by a significant margin with your unparalleled pop and lock skills.
Dude, why didn't I think of that? I totally could have showed up that muscle-bound blockhead with some "Breakin'" style dance moves!
(You and I are probably the hippest men alive. Just look at our smooth use of "street" lingo. We are well aware of what is down.)
I know. We've got street cred for days, fo' sho'.