Maybe this earns me a ban or something, I don't really care if the thread is transferred and will appreciate it if it's the right thing to do but I feel like writing some.
I hit a club well before midnight; the nightclub was hosting a student themed night for students of a field I formerly was into but never graduated for good reasons. The gender ratio was not perfect but at the beginning it was looking pretty good though. The club was basically split into a karaoke section and a small dance section; for the life of me I could not understand what people found so attractive about the smaller section as 90% of the night the karaoke section was completely empty save for me.
Anyway near the beginning of the night I kind of glanced at some girl groups but it was pretty difficult to tell if they were even looking back given the distance and I did not really bother to go out of my way to stare because they would come very close anyway to type their songs on the computer. My first opener was offering to help a girl with her song choice; this never lead to anything as she quickly accustomed to the device and she made no attempt to continue the conversation.
My next opener was to one of the few girls in my near vicinity who liked to sing and so she quite spontaneously ended up getting on stage with me and we sang. I think she was eyeing her friends as we did. She was polite and nice and thanked me for the company as I did to her.
Again I let her slide and did not try to pick up anyone's gaze as I was quite content with the fact that I had established some social status through that and thought that the girl group(s) would see that social act as an excuse to invite me to their group (if one or more were interested) but this never happened. Prior to this, I asked a cute bartender about her singing and when her shift ended, she ended on the other side of the counter and I approached her for a duet, which she politely declined.
Some time after this a strange thing happened; I was wearing a winter themed shirt with a romantic photorealistic picture of two animals necking. So what happens is that three girls do a song bearing the name of that very same species of animal; in a plural.
This made me quite confused as I wondered if the girls had noticed my peculiar shirt and were trying to signal something (by singing a winter themed song featuring several references to the exact animal species) but their body language and everything was not very inviting after they did their three person performance. Perhaps it was a freak coincidence but I could not help but feel flattered on some silly level as I chose to see it in the light I did.
Later on I made a comment to a chick about the dancefloor being quite full and she looked at me with slight disdain, after which I hopped on the dancefloor and basically turned myself into the center of attention by dancing on a pedestal for quite a few minutes. As this was going on two reasonably buff or just chunky dudes got on the pedestal and kind of sandwiched me by taking up a lot of room. This felt like an AMOG attempt but I did not really care either way. I just kept dancing; trying to feel my way around without using my sense of vision; I usually dance with my eyes closed and my dance background, though far from amazing, is certainly better than that of the average guy, although I'm not into all that sexy club dancing but rather ballet and other more artistic individual dances.
Because I kept my eyes closed for most of the time and did not search for eyes to meet with, I was oblivious to any IOI's but eventually the chunky guys were joined by two girls, the other of which offered me some drink and asked me about my name and said she was the other chunky guy's girlfriend. Separately, four other women came on the pedestal to dance with me in groups of two. I accidentally bumbed into them at first given how I always dance the way I do and at a point a girl dancing down on the floor sort of pointed to me with a smile and obviously said something about me; perhaps having to do with my mannerisms. I started to feel a bit exhausted and warm and hopped off the podium quite impulsively but gracefully and went back to the karaoke section for what was basically the rest of the night.
My mood fluctuated back and forth with me feeling quite more masculine right after the dance incident but gradually sunk to normal levels as nobody occupied the enormous karaoke room. When there was one full hour left until closing time or at least the initial signs of things slowing down, I had had my share and felt like I needed to maintain my dignity by leaving before I'd have to witness the whole pair grouping thing, although I've always been fascinated by the closing of a club with its romantic melodies and the search for dance partners but I've only had the patience for the waiting BS a couple times in my life. There's certainly a very strong impulsive side of me that wants to leave the club sort of like a movie protagonist walking away as the building he leaves explodes into pieces shortly after and I sort of feel like I'm escaping something as well; perhaps a more extensive experience of rejection.
I hit a club well before midnight; the nightclub was hosting a student themed night for students of a field I formerly was into but never graduated for good reasons. The gender ratio was not perfect but at the beginning it was looking pretty good though. The club was basically split into a karaoke section and a small dance section; for the life of me I could not understand what people found so attractive about the smaller section as 90% of the night the karaoke section was completely empty save for me.
Anyway near the beginning of the night I kind of glanced at some girl groups but it was pretty difficult to tell if they were even looking back given the distance and I did not really bother to go out of my way to stare because they would come very close anyway to type their songs on the computer. My first opener was offering to help a girl with her song choice; this never lead to anything as she quickly accustomed to the device and she made no attempt to continue the conversation.
My next opener was to one of the few girls in my near vicinity who liked to sing and so she quite spontaneously ended up getting on stage with me and we sang. I think she was eyeing her friends as we did. She was polite and nice and thanked me for the company as I did to her.
Again I let her slide and did not try to pick up anyone's gaze as I was quite content with the fact that I had established some social status through that and thought that the girl group(s) would see that social act as an excuse to invite me to their group (if one or more were interested) but this never happened. Prior to this, I asked a cute bartender about her singing and when her shift ended, she ended on the other side of the counter and I approached her for a duet, which she politely declined.
Some time after this a strange thing happened; I was wearing a winter themed shirt with a romantic photorealistic picture of two animals necking. So what happens is that three girls do a song bearing the name of that very same species of animal; in a plural.
This made me quite confused as I wondered if the girls had noticed my peculiar shirt and were trying to signal something (by singing a winter themed song featuring several references to the exact animal species) but their body language and everything was not very inviting after they did their three person performance. Perhaps it was a freak coincidence but I could not help but feel flattered on some silly level as I chose to see it in the light I did.
Later on I made a comment to a chick about the dancefloor being quite full and she looked at me with slight disdain, after which I hopped on the dancefloor and basically turned myself into the center of attention by dancing on a pedestal for quite a few minutes. As this was going on two reasonably buff or just chunky dudes got on the pedestal and kind of sandwiched me by taking up a lot of room. This felt like an AMOG attempt but I did not really care either way. I just kept dancing; trying to feel my way around without using my sense of vision; I usually dance with my eyes closed and my dance background, though far from amazing, is certainly better than that of the average guy, although I'm not into all that sexy club dancing but rather ballet and other more artistic individual dances.
Because I kept my eyes closed for most of the time and did not search for eyes to meet with, I was oblivious to any IOI's but eventually the chunky guys were joined by two girls, the other of which offered me some drink and asked me about my name and said she was the other chunky guy's girlfriend. Separately, four other women came on the pedestal to dance with me in groups of two. I accidentally bumbed into them at first given how I always dance the way I do and at a point a girl dancing down on the floor sort of pointed to me with a smile and obviously said something about me; perhaps having to do with my mannerisms. I started to feel a bit exhausted and warm and hopped off the podium quite impulsively but gracefully and went back to the karaoke section for what was basically the rest of the night.
My mood fluctuated back and forth with me feeling quite more masculine right after the dance incident but gradually sunk to normal levels as nobody occupied the enormous karaoke room. When there was one full hour left until closing time or at least the initial signs of things slowing down, I had had my share and felt like I needed to maintain my dignity by leaving before I'd have to witness the whole pair grouping thing, although I've always been fascinated by the closing of a club with its romantic melodies and the search for dance partners but I've only had the patience for the waiting BS a couple times in my life. There's certainly a very strong impulsive side of me that wants to leave the club sort of like a movie protagonist walking away as the building he leaves explodes into pieces shortly after and I sort of feel like I'm escaping something as well; perhaps a more extensive experience of rejection.
