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It was darkish and smoke was in the air. loud music blasted. 12 year old british girls flirted with the bar tender and sipped on their fru fru fuck drinks with a slice of pine apple. still the music blasted. tired looking waiters carried gold fish bowls full of ice and a blue liquid and 10 straws poking out the top. we danced together, the girls and i, but i wanted something more. a challenge. i looked around. one after another old drunk men asked to dance with me and i completely ignored them. i needed a target. i wanted to dance with someone. i wait until i find this guy standing against the wall with his friends. he was cute, but not in any prince charming way. i kept dancing but i stared at him, making it ridiculously obvious, looking at him smiling and dancing some more. it was his friends who noticed before he did and pushed him over. we started dancing. salsa, merengue and anything else the dj played. all i wanted was to dance, all he wanted to do was grind and kiss me.... so i ditched him. no kissing no grinding for me. well actually he ditched me but i was already trying to think of some way to stop dancing with him. he said "i'll be right back stay here, but ten min later he had not come back and i never saw him or his friends in the club the rest of the night. but i felt proud that i could get a guy to dance with me without takling to him. it scared me in a way too. i hear stories about how girls just like to feel powerfull and seduce guys and then ditch them..... i never thoght i would do something like that. but i guess i didn't because all i wanted was a guy to dance with. a real guy who could really dance. so sorry miguel if i lead you on...