Last night I went to Margarita Rocks with my friend Lisa and her friend Amber. Margarita Rocks is usually 21+, except on Wednesdays and Sunday.
Walking down the sidewalk to the club, I hear this chick tell her friend, "Look at that chick's chest!" I smiled.
I talked to the VIP guy and he checked my name off the list, then asked me about my tat. Then a bouncer asked me about it.
We got inside, paid, and marched downstairs to the dance floors. I can't recall what song was playing, but I went straight for the platform and started shaking my ass.
The whole night was crazy-hot. About ten guys asked me to dance, and I usually told them that I wanted to dance with my friends or I'd say, "What's in it for me?" and that pretty much stumped them.
Then ths guy asked me to dance while I was on the platform. I looked at him, and he was this shy, cute little thing with braces. I told him I'd give him a dance later.
An hour and a half passes. I'm sweating all over the place, I've finally let my hair down, and it's drenched. "Pour Some Sugar On Me" came on and I danced like a stripper. A crowd gathered.
Soon, people were starting to leave. I ended up with the platform all to myself, and I went nuts.
I got off the platform, went to the DJ booth, and requested a song. "Okay," he said, "I'll make that the last song."
The guy with the braces kept asking me, "When, when, when?" once I got back on the platform. "Dear," I told him. "I just requested the last song, so you'll get your dance then."
He seemed satisfied.
Ten songs later, the DJ says, "This is the last song for the night," and Marvin Gaye's "Let's Get It On" starts blaring over the speakers. I stepped off the platform and curled my finger at Tinsel Teeth in a very "Come hither" fashion.
According to my friends, once we started dancing, he had no idea what to do. I went all-out with the grinding, and he got this sort of shocked expression.
As soon as the song ended, we exchanged thank yous and I told my friends, "Let's get the hell out of here before he asks for my number."
I had a GREAT time last night, and I didn't need a guy to do it!
I did get a lot of questions about my new tattoo, though. Some photographer dude even asked to take a picture of my chest. It was great!
However, I feel I'm not ready for any intimacy of any sort with a guy. It just doesn't feel right, and this is the first time I've felt like this. My heart will never fully heal from this past ordeal, but it certainly needs time to strengthen.
I'm going to start dating. Yay!
Walking down the sidewalk to the club, I hear this chick tell her friend, "Look at that chick's chest!" I smiled.
I talked to the VIP guy and he checked my name off the list, then asked me about my tat. Then a bouncer asked me about it.
We got inside, paid, and marched downstairs to the dance floors. I can't recall what song was playing, but I went straight for the platform and started shaking my ass.
The whole night was crazy-hot. About ten guys asked me to dance, and I usually told them that I wanted to dance with my friends or I'd say, "What's in it for me?" and that pretty much stumped them.
Then ths guy asked me to dance while I was on the platform. I looked at him, and he was this shy, cute little thing with braces. I told him I'd give him a dance later.
An hour and a half passes. I'm sweating all over the place, I've finally let my hair down, and it's drenched. "Pour Some Sugar On Me" came on and I danced like a stripper. A crowd gathered.
Soon, people were starting to leave. I ended up with the platform all to myself, and I went nuts.
I got off the platform, went to the DJ booth, and requested a song. "Okay," he said, "I'll make that the last song."
The guy with the braces kept asking me, "When, when, when?" once I got back on the platform. "Dear," I told him. "I just requested the last song, so you'll get your dance then."
He seemed satisfied.
Ten songs later, the DJ says, "This is the last song for the night," and Marvin Gaye's "Let's Get It On" starts blaring over the speakers. I stepped off the platform and curled my finger at Tinsel Teeth in a very "Come hither" fashion.
According to my friends, once we started dancing, he had no idea what to do. I went all-out with the grinding, and he got this sort of shocked expression.
As soon as the song ended, we exchanged thank yous and I told my friends, "Let's get the hell out of here before he asks for my number."
I had a GREAT time last night, and I didn't need a guy to do it!
I did get a lot of questions about my new tattoo, though. Some photographer dude even asked to take a picture of my chest. It was great!
However, I feel I'm not ready for any intimacy of any sort with a guy. It just doesn't feel right, and this is the first time I've felt like this. My heart will never fully heal from this past ordeal, but it certainly needs time to strengthen.
I'm going to start dating. Yay!
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Next time you go, post again and I might try and see you take center stage again. Sounds nice and hot.