ladies night

there's this thing bout people approaching each other on a hot sweaty dancefloor and asking the most inconsequential question of all:

'hi miss/dude, can we be friends? can i have ur hp number?'

uh, NO.
 
now why am i being such an intolerable skank bitch? here, let me tell u why.

1. it is a dancefloor. it is meant for dancing.

2. u don't make 'friends' at a club. u can go to the community club to do that.

3. how do u converse normally while screamin into each others' ears trying to drown out the pounding music. beats me.

4. u are only trying to score with the chicks, u twerp. don take us for foolish little girls anymore. 

that aside, i really like the camaderie amongst fellow 'clubbers' (ew, i hate that word). u knoe, when evryone's having fun and singing along to the songs and -gasp- doing the same synchronized Mambo actions. now that's  pure silly fun.

talking cock with strangers is very amusing as well. take last night for instance. for some weird reason this dude just started screaming into my face and i screamed right back with gusto. like some prehistoric tribal call or somethin. then the ridiculous conversation began.

'hey, u wanna come to my church tomorrow? i'm preaching u know?'
 
'u're a pastor? wow. so how do i address u. Father what?'
 
'oh i'm Sir John Paul Pope the Second. yeah u can call me that. do u knoe why i'm here?'
 
'haha no. why?'
 
'God sent me here to save u mannn!'
 
'really? so how do u suppose you're gonna go about it?'
 
'oh i'll have to stand here, talk to u and get into ur brain for the whole nite. and the first and only thing u'll remember when u get up tomorrow morning will be me. now ain't that cool?!'
 
'yeah yeah. i think u're a cult leader aren't u! u're a heretic!'
 
'alright u got it man! u're in da club! gimme five!'

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it gets a lil more nonsensical after that. when he started telling someone else that he just got married that night with my friend, or when we said hi to people we knew the whole bunch of them started screamin hi with obscene enthusiasm as well.

it's all in good fun, really. and the best part? we go bout our separate ways when the night ends and there's no duty to keep in contact. frivolous, perhaps. but it's appropriate interaction for a nightout at a club. when the party is over, that's when reality shld hit us in our faces.

so, my point reiterated. u can all stop pretending to be dead serious bout developing a serious friendship with that hot dude/dudette u spotted at that corner of the dancefloor. cos it's nothing but feeding each others' egos and physical attraction tinged with a hint of lust. or maybe for some, it's just pure lust.

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i do not see the point of being able to change colours of my text while blogging. it irritates me to no end. all these frills.