damnromulans
Klingons do not faint
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.
Fuck that sounds awesome. Dance floor romance is where it's at. Are you a good dancer Cythraul? Also what is your take on goth clubs in general? For me I love the music and the people are occasionally beautiful but they are COLD COLD COLD. Of course my only goth clubbing experiences were in Berlin, Amsterdam and New York, which are probably 3 of the least friendly cities on earth.
I can't wait to go dancing this Saturday night, even though it will be battling off a bunch of horny Navy thailors and using my bestial terror to keep scummy ones away from my cute little cougar friend. There has been stupid bullshit and tension in my core group of friends and I really fucking welcome a weekend away with a bunch of people I like who I know won't stress me out.