Never have I gone clubbing all by myself.
I usually bum with different packs of friends I have known for some time or I'd tag some unwilling specimen from the female species to act as my blabber company. I would, after all, need someone to talk to me, even if I won't be listening half the time. On some instances, she would praise and worship me. What gay guy on this planet wouldn't want to be worshipped? I know of like two, but I really think they're closet straight guys more than they are gay. Anyway, I'm getting lost. Where was I? Right.
On the first hour of being officially single (last Friday night) marked the first time I went clubbing all by myself. It felt crazy. It felt scary. But something told me, I was at the point in my life where it was okay to go clubbing alone. I braced myself for the impact and a few smiles and familiar hi's later, my pace for the night, or early morning, was set. Let's get something clear, it wasn't my intention to get a rebound lay. I don't think I am into that. I may feel like it, but my principles as a person tell me otherwise. My intention was to have a good time. And quite possibly to spend some time with an acquaintance whom I've had a certain fondness of for quite some time now. He's part of the ruling class in this parliament of a club. Other than being a gay haven, it is practically known in dance circles as the best place to go dancing in town.
The night was throbbing in rhythm, bass, and high-pitched diva mixes. Bodies were shaking, grinding, and sweating. People tried to talk, walk, and gawk. The dancefloor carried on a ritual. The ledges bore those who dared. The ground was for worshipers. The lights played tricks as it licked the eyes of the stunned masses. It was amazing to see people carrying conversations. I could hardly carry mine. What's a guy to do under such circumstances?
Dance.
I must've done rather well. I went home with two new phone numbers, and four guys asking for mine. Sounds like I had the time of my life huh? Actually, it's more like I'm serving time for some sentence. I'm just making the most out of it.
I usually bum with different packs of friends I have known for some time or I'd tag some unwilling specimen from the female species to act as my blabber company. I would, after all, need someone to talk to me, even if I won't be listening half the time. On some instances, she would praise and worship me. What gay guy on this planet wouldn't want to be worshipped? I know of like two, but I really think they're closet straight guys more than they are gay. Anyway, I'm getting lost. Where was I? Right.
On the first hour of being officially single (last Friday night) marked the first time I went clubbing all by myself. It felt crazy. It felt scary. But something told me, I was at the point in my life where it was okay to go clubbing alone. I braced myself for the impact and a few smiles and familiar hi's later, my pace for the night, or early morning, was set. Let's get something clear, it wasn't my intention to get a rebound lay. I don't think I am into that. I may feel like it, but my principles as a person tell me otherwise. My intention was to have a good time. And quite possibly to spend some time with an acquaintance whom I've had a certain fondness of for quite some time now. He's part of the ruling class in this parliament of a club. Other than being a gay haven, it is practically known in dance circles as the best place to go dancing in town.
The night was throbbing in rhythm, bass, and high-pitched diva mixes. Bodies were shaking, grinding, and sweating. People tried to talk, walk, and gawk. The dancefloor carried on a ritual. The ledges bore those who dared. The ground was for worshipers. The lights played tricks as it licked the eyes of the stunned masses. It was amazing to see people carrying conversations. I could hardly carry mine. What's a guy to do under such circumstances?
Dance.
I must've done rather well. I went home with two new phone numbers, and four guys asking for mine. Sounds like I had the time of my life huh? Actually, it's more like I'm serving time for some sentence. I'm just making the most out of it.
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