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At the ripe old age of 26, I tend to suffer from an inner conflict at times. There are moments where I wish I could escape the mature, responsible life I lead and revert back to my carefree, wild life that I experienced in my college years. Then I go to the club and I thank my lucky stars that my days as a wild child are long gone.
As an avid observer of human behavior I cannot help but gawk at every inch of my surroundings at a night club or bar. This week I had the phrase "get a room" living on the tip of my tongue.
On certain occasions dancing can be a preview of intimate relationships; It has been a form of sexual foreplay. Two people meet, they dance, their bodies in close proximity release chemicals that create excitement and tension. It's all very natural and most times is just a fun way to unwind. Throughout the course of the night you have several of these 2-3 minute relationships that you can laugh about later with your party crew.
These days from what I can see is that foreplay has been skipped and full blown raunchy sex has invaded the dance floor. Nearly every girl "bent over to the front and touched her toes" for the entire night. Some even used props and the surrounding furniture. What a better way to invite a guy to come dance with you than to be sprawled out, face down on a table? How is that even fun? This poor girl was fully dressed and being rammed into the table over and over. Who taught these people how to dance?
There was no rhythm, no style or grace, no appreciation of the beauty of the music, there was just soft-core porn. Frankly, I'll take my porn where it was intended to be seen, on the internet.
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