(Listening to the audio included is basically my whole post in one beautiful Lily Allen song.)
Parties are actually pretty fun. Last night I went to a frat house with two of my close friends and a bunch of girls from my building that I didn’t know very well (but all of whom were super cool). So we get in and there’s this huge, writhing mosh pit that I, along with my friends, somehow manage to get pulled into.
So I’m attempting to dance, and it comes out like it usually does
which is cool, ‘cause I like my silly moves and I’m having fun doing my own thing.
But THEN some dude tries to pull one of these
So naturally my first reaction is to jump away and yell, “WHOA, MISTER NO NO NO.”
In his drunken stupor he simply blinked at me and left to find another, more willing girl to mount.
I can’t stand grinding. I know a lot of girls like it, and that’s cool; to each their own I say. But it makes me feel so icky, not to mention my general awkwardness on the dance floor anyway. I usually sort of wiggle/bob and throw my hands in the air. It’s both discouraging and scary, however, when guys are looking at you strangely because you keep rejecting their dance advances.
Like your creepy, weird dry humping is God’s gift to humanity.
Please.
And I just so happen to like my bobbing and wiggling, thank you very much.
