ChrisFl
Master Don Juan
This is the sequel to my thread from the other day where I discussed how I went out Wednesday night & totally lost my inhibitions about dancing in public (y'all know the thread, I hope). I just got home from an even better night which I think you'll agree deserves its own thread. Good enough for me to be sitting here at 4:30 am Saturday writing this up, but then I'm too wired to sleep & want to capture my thoughts while they're fresh.
I continued executing my original plan Friday night. Went to a swing dance in Tampa, near the trendy nightclub area. The goals for the night were to build on my success by spending more time dancing & less time watching, to get more confident at pulling dance partners out of the crowd, to dance with some younger chicks than before, & most of all, to prove to myself that the first night wasn't a fluke that couldn't happen again.
I was going to spend my Thursday evening watching my dance videos & looking over my book, but since there are several variations of swing, & I didn't know what they'd be teaching on Friday, too much studying would confuse me. And I felt so good from what I had achieved that I didn't think I needed to do that. (But I don't regret buying that stuff because I'm into this now & I think it will still be a good investment. For one thing, one video I got covers basics of some dances other than swing, & the book covers most social dancing from the tango to the waltz to polka, so I can use it when I need to seduce Argentine or Polish chicks.
) Instead I worked out & polished my spiffy new shoes.
So I prettied myself up again wearing almost the same outfit as before. I had a couple other shirts that would work, but they need ironing, & I guess I'll have to buy myself an iron! I did get an ironing board the other day, so at least I'm halfway there. The shirt I wore Wed was still clean, but the pec hugging sorta mock turtleneck thing I wore under it before didn't pass the sniff test, so I figured if I could notice that, the women would smell it from a mile away. The outer shirt wasn't a heavy one, & we've had some wicked cold weather lately, so I thought it needed another layer under it & that a black T-shirt would look good. I need to pick up some solid color T's for that purpose, because all I had was one with the Incredible Hulk on it, which I got at a theme park. But since it was brand new, never worn, the graphics were below the top button of the other shirt, & the outer shirt was too dark to let light thru, nobody would know I had a comic book T-shirt on. So I said what the fukk & went with it. Plus I liked the symbolism of the Hulk ready to break out thru my chest. Hey, guys, half this stuff is basically fukking with my own mind to get myself to take bold action, so every little thing like that helps, & sometimes you gotta improvise. Better than wearing something that needs a wash, right?
The dance was in an old Spanish nightclub built in 1902. Lots of character & history in that building, & since the music & style of dancing is decades old, it just seems right to be doing it in these historic buildings. It turns out that there's no permanent club where swing is played every night in the area, so they hold events in a variety of places. Some once a week or once a month (like this one) or whenever.
So like the first time it started with an hour lesson. Maybe it's a good sign that I already have a pet peeve: a few of the females don't get the concept of the man leading. They're almost always the younger spoiled ones. Thank you, feminized modern culture! They seem to think that if they know the steps & I don't, then they should take charge. Some even seem to think that if they want to do some move I didn't have planned, they can just throw it in. Doesn't work that way. I say if you like the idea of two men dancing, go to a gay club & leave me out of it. There was one during the lesson that was so whiny & impatient, not willing to let me try to lead her, that I just let go of her & told her that if I can't have the male role, I wasn't going to do anything with her. Then I just stood there a couple minutes until the next one rotated in. You know, part of the point of the lesson is for the man to learn how to lead. It's cool to be in charge, but it's also a responsibility. If I suck as a leader, my partner will have a bad experience, so that attitude hurts everybody. A good rule of thumb: avoid the ones under 20.
About 10 min into the class, they had us line up again with all the guys on one side, & there was a dude about age 25 next to me, so to break the ice I turned to him & asked if he had it mastered yet. I was joking. He said he had been working on it for two years. Two years? I saw some of his moves later, & sure, he's better than me, but not two years better! I think he wasted about a year & ten months of that time.
Wow, am I becoming a hardass?
So the class ended at 9, & the band started playing, a combo with piano, drums, standup bass, trombone, & a really good female singer. That's when the big crowd started rolling in. My original idea of "secretly" using Wed to prep for Fri was too clever, because I saw maybe 20 people that were there both nights. But that works for me, because I've already started making friends with some of them. A few people remembered me (maybe due to wearing the same clothes?- call it a rookie mistake if you want, but I looked & felt great, & it's not like I got caught in bed with somebody's wife). Hey, I didn't lie & claim Fri was my first night, but said yeah, I was over at the other place & really liked it so I came over here. It turns out there's a core group of people, mostly in their 20s, that go from one swing place to another. They're like Deadheads without the drugs.
But that just makes it that much easier to make friends, & feel more comfortable since I keep seeing people I know, even though I haven't talked to most of them yet. At one point I was on the dance floor, circling around a chick, & realized that everyone I could see was someone I recognized. Almost like being back at the high school prom. But wait, I never went to the prom. Very cool, I think, for my second time, because I used some of my between-dance time to chat with some of the crowd. So not only was I improving my dance moves, gaining confidence, having a blast, getting a great workout, listening to great music, but starting to bond with new pals. What more could I ask for without taking my clothes off?
Oh, I already have a little fan club. A few of the older ladies from the other night were there & all wanted to dance with me. I saw one at the bar & jokingly asked her if she was stalking me.
She had a friend with her who hadn't done it before & was so excited to dance with me that it wasn't funny.
(continued in next post)
[This message has been edited by ChrisFl (edited 01-06-2001).]
I continued executing my original plan Friday night. Went to a swing dance in Tampa, near the trendy nightclub area. The goals for the night were to build on my success by spending more time dancing & less time watching, to get more confident at pulling dance partners out of the crowd, to dance with some younger chicks than before, & most of all, to prove to myself that the first night wasn't a fluke that couldn't happen again.
I was going to spend my Thursday evening watching my dance videos & looking over my book, but since there are several variations of swing, & I didn't know what they'd be teaching on Friday, too much studying would confuse me. And I felt so good from what I had achieved that I didn't think I needed to do that. (But I don't regret buying that stuff because I'm into this now & I think it will still be a good investment. For one thing, one video I got covers basics of some dances other than swing, & the book covers most social dancing from the tango to the waltz to polka, so I can use it when I need to seduce Argentine or Polish chicks.
So I prettied myself up again wearing almost the same outfit as before. I had a couple other shirts that would work, but they need ironing, & I guess I'll have to buy myself an iron! I did get an ironing board the other day, so at least I'm halfway there. The shirt I wore Wed was still clean, but the pec hugging sorta mock turtleneck thing I wore under it before didn't pass the sniff test, so I figured if I could notice that, the women would smell it from a mile away. The outer shirt wasn't a heavy one, & we've had some wicked cold weather lately, so I thought it needed another layer under it & that a black T-shirt would look good. I need to pick up some solid color T's for that purpose, because all I had was one with the Incredible Hulk on it, which I got at a theme park. But since it was brand new, never worn, the graphics were below the top button of the other shirt, & the outer shirt was too dark to let light thru, nobody would know I had a comic book T-shirt on. So I said what the fukk & went with it. Plus I liked the symbolism of the Hulk ready to break out thru my chest. Hey, guys, half this stuff is basically fukking with my own mind to get myself to take bold action, so every little thing like that helps, & sometimes you gotta improvise. Better than wearing something that needs a wash, right?
The dance was in an old Spanish nightclub built in 1902. Lots of character & history in that building, & since the music & style of dancing is decades old, it just seems right to be doing it in these historic buildings. It turns out that there's no permanent club where swing is played every night in the area, so they hold events in a variety of places. Some once a week or once a month (like this one) or whenever.
So like the first time it started with an hour lesson. Maybe it's a good sign that I already have a pet peeve: a few of the females don't get the concept of the man leading. They're almost always the younger spoiled ones. Thank you, feminized modern culture! They seem to think that if they know the steps & I don't, then they should take charge. Some even seem to think that if they want to do some move I didn't have planned, they can just throw it in. Doesn't work that way. I say if you like the idea of two men dancing, go to a gay club & leave me out of it. There was one during the lesson that was so whiny & impatient, not willing to let me try to lead her, that I just let go of her & told her that if I can't have the male role, I wasn't going to do anything with her. Then I just stood there a couple minutes until the next one rotated in. You know, part of the point of the lesson is for the man to learn how to lead. It's cool to be in charge, but it's also a responsibility. If I suck as a leader, my partner will have a bad experience, so that attitude hurts everybody. A good rule of thumb: avoid the ones under 20.
About 10 min into the class, they had us line up again with all the guys on one side, & there was a dude about age 25 next to me, so to break the ice I turned to him & asked if he had it mastered yet. I was joking. He said he had been working on it for two years. Two years? I saw some of his moves later, & sure, he's better than me, but not two years better! I think he wasted about a year & ten months of that time.
So the class ended at 9, & the band started playing, a combo with piano, drums, standup bass, trombone, & a really good female singer. That's when the big crowd started rolling in. My original idea of "secretly" using Wed to prep for Fri was too clever, because I saw maybe 20 people that were there both nights. But that works for me, because I've already started making friends with some of them. A few people remembered me (maybe due to wearing the same clothes?- call it a rookie mistake if you want, but I looked & felt great, & it's not like I got caught in bed with somebody's wife). Hey, I didn't lie & claim Fri was my first night, but said yeah, I was over at the other place & really liked it so I came over here. It turns out there's a core group of people, mostly in their 20s, that go from one swing place to another. They're like Deadheads without the drugs.
Oh, I already have a little fan club. A few of the older ladies from the other night were there & all wanted to dance with me. I saw one at the bar & jokingly asked her if she was stalking me.
(continued in next post)
[This message has been edited by ChrisFl (edited 01-06-2001).]
