its a girl thing

 

I must admit, I was doubting whether to go. But at the end of it all, how can I deny a girls’ night out? How can I deny dancing?

We went to the Avalon. Girls free before 11.

They played techno.

Ive decided thats my favorite kind of dance club.
Because there is less humping [relatively speaking].
It is more about just letting go.
It is more about music in veins.
You are free to flail your arms about.
You are free to jump up and down.
You are free to be yourself

It was interesting being at the Avalon again.
Last time I was there, I made out with a Brazilian boy for hours.
It’s funny how places will always remind you of things you didnt remember.

We were free spirited girls in a circle.
The boys flocked to us like mosquitos to light.
Its funny how it is always the short sketchy boys who try to hump you from the back.
We had a good system going.
We would grab each other’s arms and pull into a provocative sexy dance, far away from sketchy dude.
The worst was when we were in a circle, happily dancing
and then WHAM
an entire crew of sketchy men were behind each of us
ready to pounce
like whoa.
We grabbed hands and moved to the opposite side of the dance floor.

I finally did cave in.
I didnt even know what he looked like.
But he just grabbed my body from behind.
And pulled me towards him.
Round dry fingers on my arms.
A ticklish goatee on my neck.
Muscled arms around my body.
And we moved together.
And I couldnt breathe.
I just couldnt.
This man.
This man who was humping me from my back.
This man who was humping my leg in the most provocative of ways.
This man.
Was like every other man.
He was just a body.
He was just a warm body.
And yes it felt nice.
To just be touched.
But I wanted to run away.
I dont want meaningless touches anymore.
I want a body that molds into mine.
I want a body that means something.
I know it is just dancing. I know its not supposed to mean anything.
But.
I just.
Felt.
Fake. Slutty. Empty. Broken.

I knew I was in control. Even if he was the one leading me.
"Would you like a drink?" he asked politely finally looking me in the face.
"No thank you, I dont drink" I replied, looking frantically for my girls.
"How about some water then?" he said with a hopeful smile.
But then I spotted Liz and ran off.
Poor guy.
At some point he had found me again, and ran up to me.
"I want to dance with you before you leave," he whispered sexily into my ear.
And he squeezed the sides of stomach in an affectionate way. And ran off.
I nodded. But I lied.

Funny thing is, when we were walking to the club, they decided they were going to find men to buy them drinks. Irony is that the one girl that ended up being asked a drink, was me. The girl that doesnt drink.

We had stood near the bar. Trying to devise a plan to attain some free drinks. We were trying to figure out who to send. Clearly it had to be the girl with the biggest boobs. So we tested each others’ boobs out. We squeezed them together to see which one compiled into sexier bigger product. Marina and I won. A few minutes later, the bartender curled his finger and pointed for us to come to him. "Dont play with yourselves like that," he warned us. We cracked up in unison.

We sat in the girl’s bathroom for quite some time. That bathroom is amazing. Even if you arent drunk. It all looks magical. There is even a bar in the bathroom. We were there for quite some time. We felt like we could finally breathe without the sketchy humpy guys breathing down our necks. We were in safe place. We were also highly entertained. The girls that were walking in and out, had the craziest outfits. How can someone wear a sports bra and a mini skirt to a club? thats like begging to be raped.

There was a guy who grabbed Marina’s butt so hard, that his fingers ended up in her crack. She ran far away from him.
There was an old asian guy who thought he was cool and kept dancing in the back of us.
There was a point when Zhenia got sandwiched in. It was one second. I looked away for one second and before i knew it, she was between two men. It was horrendous. I quickly jumped and grabbed her arm and pulled her away.
There was a short guy with a bright green shirt that kept following us around. Very creepy.

At some point, near the bar, a man told us we were "rowdy" and we should calm down. Clearly hes just jealous and wanted in on the fun.

It was amazing though over all.
I lost myself in the lights. They were so fast, I didnt know what was moving and what wasnt.
I lost myself in the beats. Sometimes I thought I felt the rhythm in my throat.
I couldnt help but move, even if my entire body was tired and my toes were aching. I couldnt not move.
It was like an explosion of soul into body.

At 2am, we headed back to the shuttle. Right before hand, we got some pizza. Mmm. Bad pizza at bad hours of the night.

It was cold. It seems like Mother Nature finally remembered that its November. While waiting for the bus, we huddled together for warmth. You couldnt tell who was who. Our heads were forehead to forehead. And we pigged out on Sarit’s m&ms.

We came home entirely too tired and overwhelmed. But of course we now have new solid memories. Nothing beats stories about sketchy guys at clubs.