1. Let me set up the situation for y’all: I was hugging the speakers all night. And like… the speakers me and Sandra were dancing near are like 15 feet tall. It was so huge, that we actually used the subwoofer part as cubbies for Sandra’s belonging, haha :) It was like.. a 4 foot tall subwoofer, and the actual speakers are like another 10 feet stacked on top of it. My eardrums were being happily punched all night
2. Music is SO amazing! The DJs at Exchange on Saturday nights really know how to bring it, and I danced the entire night away. Which leads me to…
3. I sorta experienced what it might feel like to be a male gogo dancer to a female crowd, if they ever exist. Sandra and I picked a spot right between the speakers and the gogo dance stage, which give us a really comfy 8x8 square feet of dancing space, and nobody walked by us so we weren’t distracted by that. When Sandra went to the bathroom, I just danced my heart out. They were playing electro, then out of no where there were these four random girls that actually circled around me, pointed at me, smiled, and cheered me on while i was candywalking. Haha, it was such a rush, especially when they were all PRETTY! And dood, when hip hop came on… it was over. I switched gears and my booty started to have a mind of its own. Campus and Jamboree (name of my left and right cheek of the buttox, respectively) danced up on one of the girls (but still leaving enough of a gap between me and her personal space), and i was promptly rewarded with a nice spanking from all 4 ladies.
4. Dance like no one is watching, while everybody is watching.
5. I danced for a good 4 hours straight with one or two breaks in between, and I danced all out. :) I’m really glad my dancing stamina is improving nicely
6. The next time girls surrounded me was near the night, at around 1:30am. People were beginning to leave (club didn’t close til’ 3AM, thank gad) so there was way more wiggle room for me to dance with, and then i heard screaming! I thought something bad happened! cuz a girl was screaming at me! but no… lol, she was actually screaming that weird happy “oh my gawd!” scream. I was actually a little startled a bit and had to recompose myself for couple seconds, but yeah they were totally vibing with me. there were three of them, and one of them encouraged me to dance with one of their friends, and i was like, “sure, ok!” and luckily the music went right back to hip hop, and Campus and Jamboree went straight to work. Fun times :)
7. Me and the girl I was dancing with (Let’s call her… uh, Michelle), Michelle took a break and sat down next to the bar. Struck up a conversation, blah blah blah, tried to find her on facebook but there were too many.. uh… Michelle Parks on facebook, so I didn’t get to add her (which i’m really glad I didn’t, i’ll explain later) and so we just exchanged numbers. Found out her vitals (21, UC Riverside, from Fullerton, Korean, etc). Things were chillin’.
8. So after the quick break, we danced again. It was 2:30am by this time, and the lights were slowly coming back on. The girl who first encouraged me to dance with Michelle screamed at her other friend, “He’s f*ckin’ handsome”, and i thought to myself, “oh, uh, ok… i wonder who they’re talking about” and i looked in the general direction they were pointing at (behind me?) but i didn’t see anybody. then that’s when i realized… “uh, are they talkin about me?” (this topic will come up again later, in a really weird way… lol)
And then… things go downhill from here.
9. At around 2:30am also, Sandra left to go home, so it was just me and the three girls (which is not a good thing… meeting random strangers at the club just really isn’t fun, which i will also explain later. actually, things get a little weird from here…). me and the girls danced for a bit more until one of Michelle’s girl friends who i haven’t seen yet started to majorly cockblock me. and i’m like, cool that’s fine. the funny thing is, Michelle kept on trying to motion me forward to dance with her, but cockblocker still cockblocked me. then she danced up on me, took my hat, put it on her head, danced away for a good 10 seconds, i followed so my hat won’t get lost, then she had the nerve to put my hat on top of another dood’s head. what the hell. so i grabbed my hat and i thought, “yaaaah ok i’m gonna leave, it’s getting a bit late anyway” but the girls still kept me with them. eventually, cockblocker stopped being so… dumb… for now.
10. So we’re leaving, it’s 2:45am, and i’m a bit worn out, not all that tired yet but some sleep would be good. girl i was dancing with was in hella pain cuz she was dancing in high heels since 10:30pm. so as a gentleman i gave her my arm to lean on. Outside, I told them, “Hey i parked my car this way…” and they were like, “yeah my car is parked this way too” well, since we were walking in the same direction might as well stick around for a bit longer. until cockblocker said to the girls, “heyyyyy wanna come up to my apartment! i live just right around the corner” she gave me a real mean look up and down, which is understandable. i’m a guy that nobody in the group knows, and the only thing they know about me is that i dance. michelle was like, “hey wanna come up with us and drink?” i was like… “uhh… sure why not.” i wasn’t planning on drinking and i still needed to sober up a bit anyway. then cockblocker whispered into michelle’s ear something something, and then cockblocker said, “hey you know she only likes you cuz you dance really well. cuz to be honest, you’re not really all that cute.” and i was like, “uh, thanks, i mean i don’t really care what you think, i have enough self-esteeem to not care what you think, blah blah blah” funny thing is, a guy behind me that was walking with the group backed me a up a bit and said, “hey bro it’s cool man, after a couple drinks everybody starts to look ugly” and i thought to myself, “isn’t it the other way around when you get drunk? people begin to look a lot more attractive when you got beer goggles on?” cockblocker then whispered into the girls ear again something something while looking at me, and michelle said a big “ohhhhh i get it!” while smiling and looking at me too. then i knew something was up… and i was like,
11. ”WAIIT A MINUTE?? DID I JUST GOT NEGGED??” The pick up artists says that a neg is “an ambiguous statement or seemingly accidental insult wrapped in the package of a complement, with the intent of actively demonstrating to the person a lack of interest in him/her” Which really sucks, because the entire night, and even when i’m writing this, i’m still sad over it. that is a totally unnecessary thing to say to someone which only serves the purpose of demeaning me. i was actually on a pretty good “hey, i think i look attractive” trip for a long while until this happened. actually, when i came home, i went into the bathroom, looked in the mirror, and thought to myself, “am i attractive? am i not attractive” and i went back and forth while trying to angle my face in a way that would appear attractive to me. gawd, if there are hella guys out there being pick-up-artists, i feel bad for women who have thin skin (like mine) and take these things personally. anyway, so it appears i got negged, and i’m thinking back to the moment when one of michelle’s friends screamed “he’s f*cking handsome” and thought, “maybe they really weren’t talking about me D:”
12. Anyway, while walking up to the cockblocker’s apartment, she told me, “well the only reason why i’m letting you in my apartment is because she [michelle] wants you to. remember, she don’t think you’re cute. you only dance cute.” i was like, “hey i’m just here to have fun and relax.” we got to her apartment (she really lives close to exchange, it wasn’t even 3 minutes away), got up, and just chilled.
13. Michelle began asking about my tattoos, so I showed all of mine to them. Talked about each of them, but one of their friends was like, “ooh let me see!” so i showed her the “bringing back sweet memories” tattoo that’s on my right forearm that’s done in my handwriting, and while was trying to explain the meaning (no matter what shit you’re going through right now, there’s always those good memories to push you forward), she was like, “uh… did you just write this yourself?” and i was like, “no it’s my handwriting but my friend tattoo’d it on” and she was like, “uhh, this is weird” while giving me a stink eye. and i promptly turned away, labeled her as a mean drunk, and tried to ignore her. i turned back to Michelle and showed her my rabbit tattoo on my back and she was like, “dood that’s so cool!” she told mean drunk, “hey you should look at this.” and i showed mean drunk my rabbit tattoo, and she was like, “ooh… .uh, why is there a rabbit?” and i explained to her the meaning and she was like, “uh… that’s weird… at least it has a meaning” in a really backhanded compliment kind of way. i really stopped liking mean drunk from then on
14. i then figured out that most of these kids i was hanging out in the apartment with were 21-22 ish. and… they’re so immature. i thought to myself, “i always wished i partied like this when i was a fourth year in college… but looking at how sad this party was (one guy was being hella fake and tried to make up stories that everybody disproved him with, and they were all about status “ooh i graduated from such and such school” like it’s supposed to make them feel superior over everybody else”) and then when i told them i was vietnamese, they were like, “no way!” as if… they don’t hang out with Vietnamese people at all or can’t believe that i’m Vietnamese. when everybody was trying to figure out fake guy’s ethnicity, they were like, “oh so what, are you Vietnamese or something?” like it was a bad thing… and then i realized that most everybody there was either Korean or Chinese. my brain kept on churning to piece all this info together, and i was thought, “waaaiiit a minute… did my asianness just got totem-poled to the bottom?? did they say Vietnamese in a demeaning way?” when they said Vietnamese again, they actually did say it in a very negative tone. i was so over this crowd. but i tried to get to know michelle better, so we shared stories.
15. when michelle found out i was a poet, she asked me, “hey, so does that mean you can write a poem for me, like right now?” i was like, “uhh… i ono, maybe, i have to think about it.” and she was like, “come on, you totally can” and she even asked for paper and pen. when i had a pen in my hand and the paper in front of me, i thought, “what am i gonna write?” then i was like, “oh ok, got it, i’ll just write down the “i’m a poet” poem… she won’t know i wrote it before hand, cuz i’m not gonna facebook her (more on this later). when i was done, i made sure she heard me say, “don’t take any of this seriously, this is just off the top of my head” she read it, she was like, “aww thanks so much, this is really nice. did you sign it?” and she asked me to write my name down {Johnny Fiive], sign it, and date it, with the time too. suuuurrree.
16. the more i got to know michelle, the more… uh… uninteresting she got. literally. she’s a really cool person, but she’s just someone i met at a club, and her dancing didn’t stand out (i was too focused on giving her booty dances to remember how she actually danced). also, my first impression of her after the club didn’t exactly scream “lunch is the next thing i wanna do with you”. she’s cool as just a friend, “thank gawd she only has my number… and thank gawd i didn’t add her on facebook” lol, cuz if she got my facebook, then she would actually be able to post on my wall for everybody to see, have access to all sorts of personal information. she would also see what mutual friends we have in common and different circles of friends would become intertwined, which could make defriending her awkward. since she only has my number, i don’t have to worry about these things.
17. i was starting to get really disappointed about this crowd. i thought to myself, “i’m so glad i have the friends i have in orange county… they would never be like this, i’m so lucky to have such great and supporting friends” michelle asked me, “hey wanna go to another party? it’s just down the street” i was like, “uh… i ono, maybe. but if you’re gonna leave, i’m gonna leave to” cuz i figured out that my car was on the way to their next party. we got to my car, and i dropped them off at their next party. when i drove off, i thankfully thought, “luckily i could leave all of the last two hours alone without any of it coming back to bite me in the ass”.
* Sandra is such an amazing friend and dancing partner. One of my best and most interesting nights in Hollywood, and it’s all thanks to you homeguhh! :) Thanks for getting me into Exchange quick, and thanks for covering my first drink, and just in general thanks for letting me tag along. I hope i wasn’t a bother =X
