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A_Veiled_Mask
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I guess I'm one for off the wall questions. I haven't really done much interacting on this site so thought I'd give this question a shot for an icebreaker and see what answers come from this! I'm hoping to read all your normal, crazy, honest or even made-up answers. The sky's the limit. I'll go ahead and personally share a real life moment, that sent me into an internalized frenzy. I always like to think myself a composed woman, who can handle any situation with classy grace. I do so but internally suffer for it. I'm sure both women and men can relate. Here it goes! This response will be a bit long!
Let's see, there was this time when I was out with a few of my girlfriends and we had decided to give this local club a try because we were only nineteen and the bar scene wasn't allowed to us at that time. I knew already that I was skeptical to go because in all honesty, rap isn't exactly my forte. They had managed to convince me and we are in this place music blaring sitting at this square table with four chairs. I distinctively remember this arrogant guy walking around with the sunglasses at night scenario and I could see from my peripherals he was strolling over and said hi to all of us. I'm cordial and give a greeting back and he proceeds to ask me to dance. Now, if you ever been to a club and see how each person gets into one another's business, that kind of dancing is a bit too close and personal for my liking so I had politely said no hoping that'd be the end of it. I was dead wrong.
"Oh, you know you want to dance with me…" he even had that swagger-like tone to his voice and already I was thinking to myself…"I must…break you…" (Love me some Rocky) So, I decide to go for another tactic and tell a white lie. "I have a boyfriend." You'd think that should be simple, right? I mean, a relationship means you're off limits so it should get him to walk, right? Wrong…-Rolls eyes- "Where's he at?" he candidly looked around the dance floor and surrounding area and I was taken back by this. "I have a girlfriend and she isn't going to know." He kept rambling and digging himself further into the dirt as far as I was concerned while I was just hoping his attention would draw to his next victim. "I happen to be happy who I'm with and I just want to hang out with my friends, I'm sure you can find someone else who can dance with you here." I'm pretty sure I said something along those lines, trying to keep my lady-like composure but man, he made it tough. "He ain't gonna know."
A real winner, wow. See that's not the part that gets me, it was the fact he deliberately grabbed my wrist and pulled me from my chair with a tug. He's so lucky I have good balance in heels or I more than likely would have face planted. He proceeds to drag me over toward the dance floor, I remember trying to dig my heels into the ground trying to counter his movement…but, what can a 5"2 girl do against a 6"3 guy? I wasn't one for causing scenes, and I inwardly was shocked that this douche bag would be so brazen. He would try to turn so my back was to him but I managed to jerk myself from him and storm off with hell-fire and brimstone igniting my eyes with fire, I had never been so irritated ever, in fact, I used to like the song, "I wear my sunglasses at night." But now every time I hear it that's the one instance I think about, damn speck. Wow, long winded, but yeah totally remember that. You most definitely can say my club scene ended there, never had a desire to go back. I did write a blog about that but haven't posted it on here, but it was definitely a post vent that helped expel all the disdain I felt interlaced with some satire because I have to make light of any situation.
Just to humor you...and allow me to hang my head in shame, THIS!
(That video though...-Breaks into laughter-)
Let's see, there was this time when I was out with a few of my girlfriends and we had decided to give this local club a try because we were only nineteen and the bar scene wasn't allowed to us at that time. I knew already that I was skeptical to go because in all honesty, rap isn't exactly my forte. They had managed to convince me and we are in this place music blaring sitting at this square table with four chairs. I distinctively remember this arrogant guy walking around with the sunglasses at night scenario and I could see from my peripherals he was strolling over and said hi to all of us. I'm cordial and give a greeting back and he proceeds to ask me to dance. Now, if you ever been to a club and see how each person gets into one another's business, that kind of dancing is a bit too close and personal for my liking so I had politely said no hoping that'd be the end of it. I was dead wrong.
"Oh, you know you want to dance with me…" he even had that swagger-like tone to his voice and already I was thinking to myself…"I must…break you…" (Love me some Rocky) So, I decide to go for another tactic and tell a white lie. "I have a boyfriend." You'd think that should be simple, right? I mean, a relationship means you're off limits so it should get him to walk, right? Wrong…-Rolls eyes- "Where's he at?" he candidly looked around the dance floor and surrounding area and I was taken back by this. "I have a girlfriend and she isn't going to know." He kept rambling and digging himself further into the dirt as far as I was concerned while I was just hoping his attention would draw to his next victim. "I happen to be happy who I'm with and I just want to hang out with my friends, I'm sure you can find someone else who can dance with you here." I'm pretty sure I said something along those lines, trying to keep my lady-like composure but man, he made it tough. "He ain't gonna know."
A real winner, wow. See that's not the part that gets me, it was the fact he deliberately grabbed my wrist and pulled me from my chair with a tug. He's so lucky I have good balance in heels or I more than likely would have face planted. He proceeds to drag me over toward the dance floor, I remember trying to dig my heels into the ground trying to counter his movement…but, what can a 5"2 girl do against a 6"3 guy? I wasn't one for causing scenes, and I inwardly was shocked that this douche bag would be so brazen. He would try to turn so my back was to him but I managed to jerk myself from him and storm off with hell-fire and brimstone igniting my eyes with fire, I had never been so irritated ever, in fact, I used to like the song, "I wear my sunglasses at night." But now every time I hear it that's the one instance I think about, damn speck. Wow, long winded, but yeah totally remember that. You most definitely can say my club scene ended there, never had a desire to go back. I did write a blog about that but haven't posted it on here, but it was definitely a post vent that helped expel all the disdain I felt interlaced with some satire because I have to make light of any situation.
Just to humor you...and allow me to hang my head in shame, THIS!
(That video though...-Breaks into laughter-)