King Richard
Hello there
I had a nice Friday night. I went gothic clubbing again, and it was interesting. I have discovered a surefire way of getting hit on by chicks: dancing. It almost never fails for me, and it is awfully convenient for me because I do not enjoy initiating conversations with women that I don't know. On Friday a rather nice looking woman grabbed my hands while I was dancing, pulled me towards her, and told me how much she appreciated my dancing and introduced herself. We danced together but there were several overly zealous guys getting up in her shit the whole night, which was amusing to watch and kind of pathetic. Another girl who was there who I've befriended recently told me at one point in the night that she wanted to kiss me. I do not find her the least bit physically attractive, but she is a good-natured person. It was kind of awkward. It is bizarre to me how frequently I've been getting hit on in the past few weeks, but I'm not complaining. I have always been staunchly opposed to dancing because it is unmetal by its very nature, but hey, it serves its purpose. This is a weird time in my life. At least I'm not depressed.
Chicks love guys who dance. You don't even have to be good at all. As long as you've got the balls to get out there (and this goes back to that whole confidence thing with chicks) then you're golden man.
I don't consider myself a good dancer at all, but whenever I get a little liquor in me I break shit down son! In fact, most of my friends' girlfriends/wives always ask me to go dancing with them because their significant other is a bore. And that's not even counting all of the random chicks I end up dancing with. It's all in good fun though.