The BoormanBlog

Has it been nearly a week since I posted? Man this week was busy. Bunch of small things I’ll get to later.

First, thanks to all those who commented. I promise I’ll write you guys back.

Next, a post I should have included last weekend, but life and my rant from last Saturday got in the way.

You’ve read here that my motto is “stay in the game”. That’s especially true when it comes to the fairer gender. Last Friday (02/02) I went to a different club than my ususal place. Hadn’t been there in a few months. I was pleasantly surprized that I didn’t have to pay a cover like usual. That’s an exta beer for Chris!

Unfortunately, we had our first real snow of the the season that night. Although it was mostly over by the time “club time” started, there place was pretty dead when I got there. I spent most of the night dancing with a few groups. You know how it is. People don’t pair off, they sort of form a small circle, facing inward and dance together. Some nice enough people, but most of the women were content to dance with each other, or whichever guy what brung them.

That’s how it went until the last half hour or so, when a lovely lady started with me to a techno remake of Alice Cooper’s “Poison”, Her friend snapped a picture of us. Email me the link if you find me on webshots!

As usual, after about a minute or two, she got bored with me and she was on her way. But the night wasn’t over. A few minutes later, another woman started dancing to the last song of the evening.

If I had left early, feeling sorry for myself, thinking “nothing’s going to happen tonight”, I would have missed out on both of those opportunities. I’m so glad I didn’t. That almost made up for the crappy Saturday night I would have (see my last post).

It’s almost Valentine’s Day, guys. Yes, it can be tough when you’re single. Stay in the game.

…and by “special”, I mean “mentally retarded”. Thanks to some complete morons, we had not one, but TWO fights at the club tonight. The club had to close early and I ended up not dancing with anyone. Thank you. Thank you very, very much, you utter morons. Idiots. Good thing my name is on this or I’d really let loose with some choice words.

People have crossed me in clubs before, but take it from me; you have to be the better person and move on. You have to swallow a LOT of pride to do it. Believe me, I know. You want to defend your honor. You want to show the other person and everyone around you that you WON’T be pushed around by anyone. Sometimes, though, you need to see the bigger picture. Just forget about the imbecile that upset you and get on with having fun. The alternative is usually what we had tonight, everyone looses, even those that didn’t have a stake in your beef with the other person.

I work hard, and I get exactly 2 nights off per week to have fun, and I’d like to make the most of them, thank you very much. Thanks for ruining a good chunk of my weekend. Do the world a favor next weekend and just stay home.

So last Saturday night (01/27) I headed out to my usual spot to dance. One thing I’ve noticed is that clubs are typically more croweded on Saturday night than Fridays. Of course, it also helped that we didn’t have the terribly frigid temperatures we had the night before.

I was hoping to see the woman I had seen a few weeks prior, but unfortunately, she didn’t show. Also found it kind of hard to dance with anyone that night. It seemed that everyone already came with a partner, or else just wasn’t interested.

Those that know me know that I have disdain for just about all modern/top 40/dance music that the radio blasts today. That said, there is something hypnotic about the pulsing beats, especially combined with a dark room with a light show going on. I’ve also gained some respect for the DJ’s. They seem to know how to gauge the crowd and get them dancing if too many are sitting on the sidelines. Last Saturday, there seemed to be nothing but women on the dance floor. So, to get some of the fellas moving, he played a mash-up of Run-DMC’s “It’s Tricky”, overlaid with the guitar riff to Metallica’s “Enter Sandman”. Very creative, I must admit. I also heard another dance song with the bass line to the White Stripes’ “Seven Nation Army”. I don’t know if the DJ at the place I club invents these mash-ups on the fly, or even if he does it himself at all, but it’s pretty darn cool.

No, I won’t be actively listening to drum ‘n’ bass or ambient jungle in my spare time now

So I pretty much danced with some groups or else kind of moved around the floor for the rest of the evening, until about 1:20. I found a group of women to dance with. The seemed a little amazed (amused) at the dorky old guy’s energy. Towards the end of the evening, however, I was dancing with one of them.

Like I said, folks, it pays to stay in the game. You take yourself out early, you lose. Definintely. No one to blame but yourself. You stay in the game until the bitter end and give it your best, you still might lose, but might just win. If you win, you’ll have yourself to thank for not giving up. If you give it all you got and still lose? Hey, that’s life partner. No one said it was fair. But at least you can’t blame yourself for not trying.

Stay in the game.

So last Friday night (01/26), I was down at the club I like to frequent. As it happened, here in the Northeast, winter arrived with a vengence. Last Friday night, temps got down well below freezing, which cause many folks to stay home or to do something else other than go dancing. The club that night was far from packed.

Early on, though, there was a group of ladies out on the floor early. I was kind of hovering on the sidelines, just bopping along with my Bud Light in my hand. One of the ladies grabbed me and pulled me out on the floor. She and her friends passed me around for a few minutes, and then, just like that, they were on their way, not to be seen again. I stayed for the rest of the night, but didn’t really dance with anyone else. Still, any night where I get to dance with someone is a good night

I feel very encouraged by this streak of good fortune I’m experiencing. I’m definitely making up for lost time!

Well, I had it all planned out. I was going to go to a different club last Saturday night (01/20). Was planning it all day. Yet on my way over, I suddenly changed my mind. May have been the fact I didn’t want to pay the cover at the other place to see some crap cover band butcher L.A. Woman or something from crap original bands like sTaInD or LimP BizkiT or Korn or EvAneSanE or however these kids spell those names with random capital letters. Ugh.

So at the last minute I decide to go back to my usual haunt. Thought it might be kind of boring since I had just been there the night before. But hey. I know what I’m getting: no cover, and no crappy local band.

So I go up to the bar and order a Bud Light, and what to my wondering eyes should appear on the cash register as the bartender rings me up $2.00. TWO BUCKS!! I gladly handed over my two Washingtons and handed the lovely barmaid a 50% tip. Hey, I was feeling generous

So I’m enjoying my two dollar beer and bopping around on the perimeter of the dance floor when in walks….

The woman I met last week.

Our eyes met and we smiled. Soon we were dancing again.

Now before anyone gets too excited, for reasons I won’t get into, I don’t think things would work out between us. Nevertheless, it was still nice to see her again. We talked (read: screamed into each other’s ears over the music) for a bit. She asked me if I’m come to the club every weekend (pretty much, I screamed)

Before long we went our separate ways. Another successful evening as far as I was concerned. Cheap beer and a few dances with a pretty lady. Just another Saturday night.

So last Friday night (01/19), I decided to hit my usual spot, the club. It occurs to me that this is getting a tad expensive. Eight bucks for parking, $3 - $5 per beer per hour I’m there. I don’t even want to know what that adds up to.
But I have to admit, it’s worth it. Some nice woman asked me to dance last Friday night. Nice enough girl. We tried to have a little conversation, but it was next to impossible to make out what the other person was saying. (Am I the only one who initiates conversation while dancing at a club?) Her friend took a picture of us, which has me a little worried :/ Am I on someone else’s blog now? At the end, she gave me a peck on the cheek and we went our separate ways.

Not a bad way to spend a Friday night!

So what does a guy do when he’s taking off for Woodstock NY the next day? Hang out in a club until 2AM of course! I got to say, I was encouraged by my success the weekend prior. I guess I just needed a change of scenery. So the Friday before last, I headed down to my favorite club to hang out and dance a little. Sure enough, I spotted a beautiful woman just sitting there. Now those who know me know that I’m very shy. But this time, well I got over my shyness. She was sitting by herself looking at the small number of people on the floor. I guess the planets aligned or maybe this woman was so beautiful it was worth getting rejected. So I asked her to dance.

And she said yes.

So we danced together a few songs. She thanked me for asking her, and we went our separate ways.

Part of me wanted to leave right then and there, thinking that was going to be as good as it got. But, I guess I was greedy and decided to stay until closing. Sure enough, another woman came up and danced with me.

Like I said guys: stay in the game. It also doesn’t hurt to change one’s thinking. Maybe I shouldn’t be always looking for “the one”. Maybe it’s not such a bad thing to enjoy one another’s company over coffee or a few dances, without trying to turn it into anything else.

Don’t worry, folks. I’m not admitting I’m wrong, just changing my mind

There’s really something to be said for staying in the game. So I’m at the club last night. Of course, I arrive early so I can avoid the cover I saw this beautiful young woman sitting in a chair all by herself. I hardly ever ask women to dance, but this woman just looked friendly and beautiful. She looked like she wanted to dance, but didn’t want to get out on the floor by herself.

Somehow, I got over my shyness and took her hand. We danced for a few songs, traded smiles, even got each other’s names. Soon, she needed to take a rest, and it was over. We didn’t dance again that night, but we traded smiles across the room the rest of the night.

I actually thought about leaving early, but I thought I’d stick it out. Later on, another woman came up and started dancing with me. She thought the shape of my head was cute (!) Would they have danced with me if there wasn’t a bar and the lighting was better? Maybe not.
Dancing with two women on the same night. I know for most people that’s nothing.

So what? You may ask? So I’m feeling like a pimp right now, that’s what.

My shirt still smells like perfume. I’m wearing it now.

Stay in the game.

Link to a great article about why Linux loving men are sexier. This is probably new for some of you, but for those of us who use that alternative operating system, well….we knew it all along. Now all I need is a lady to prove it to

http://www.reallylinux.com/docs/linuxlovingmen.shtml

Mark February 6 on your calenders. I’m going on another Match.com speed dating event. This one’s in Danbury, which is quite a haul for me. At least this one’s a freebie. Will this be the night? Only time will tell!!