Boobs
I’m going strictly for site traffic at this point.
Actually, Boobs is the nickname my friend N gave a girl I met a few weeks back. N and I were at the club, minding our own business and laughing it up. That’s what we do best. After a little while of drinking, we decided we wanted to dance. We’re both pretty good dancers (okay, N is a little better), but our dancing is more to have fun and laugh and do impressions of some of the other dancers, like Skippy – can you guess how she dances?
Next thing I know, a hot girl is on the dance floor and dancing with N and me. I’d noticed her earlier in the evening, and I thought she was very attractive. Since N is seeing someone, she left to go get us another round, leaving me to dance with Boobs, as N christened her later. Boobs faced away from me and danced right back into me, her hands holding on to the sides of my shorts and pulling me close. She put her hands on mine and held them on her hips. She leaned her head back and put it on my shoulder. We talked and laughed while we danced. Trust me, it was hot. If you’ve ever danced with someone and you can just feel the chemistry, you know what I mean. N told me later that Boobs was totally into it, totally into me.
We were dancing for a while – maybe 30, 45 minutes or so? Then I look up, and there is this dude. Standing in the middle of the dance floor with his arms folded over his chest. Staring at us, but mostly her. I told Boobs I thought she had a friend that needed to talk to her. She was trying to ignore him, but I already knew what was going happening. I walked off the dance floor to talk to N, who was standing and watching with our drinks. We watched as they argued on the dance floor for a minute before he stomped off, heading for the door with her following on his heels.
I don’t know if that was her boyfriend, her husband or what. And I didn’t care. I rolled my eyes, N and I downed our vodka tonics, and we danced our asses off for the rest of the night.
May 28th, 2009 at 9:55 pm
I always forget that butches sometimes get the hots for straight girls! Can you usually tell the straight ladies from the femmes?
May 28th, 2009 at 10:02 pm
Nikki: I don’t usually get the hots for straight women. Sure, I’ll dance, but I’m not ever interested in anything beyond that. In fact, as soon as I can see that a woman is straight, I leave her alone. That’s not my gig.
And yes, usually I can tell – and usually steer way clear.
May 28th, 2009 at 10:35 pm
Dance-floor sex – auuughhhh! And you said you weren’t going to blog about your sex life.
May 29th, 2009 at 5:52 am
Dancing like that = fucking hot.
Dancing with woman with a man = not so much.
May 29th, 2009 at 1:02 pm
Jen: Yes, I have to agree. And has anyone ever actually seen this work, where a straight couple picks up a woman in a lesbian bar? I’ve seen them lurking, but have never actually witnessed a successful acquisition.
May 29th, 2009 at 5:52 am
P.S. – you did get my 100 page email, right? :o)
May 29th, 2009 at 5:59 am
That has sooo happened to me before! I was on the dance floor and this girl grabbed me and we started dancing. We didn’t exchange words just dancing and then we started kissing. All of a sudden, this guy comes up from behind her and starts dancing with us. When I told her to make him go away, she replied with, “he’s my boyfriend”. So I went away instead.
Seriously…did she really think I would join the two of them? There isn’t enough alcohol in the bar to make me do that!
It sounded like you and Boobs had great dance floor chemistry… too bad the guy ruined it!
May 29th, 2009 at 12:55 pm
2moms: I’ve had that happen before, too! A girl asked me to dance, I said yes. I grabbed her by the hand and led her up to the dance floor, but when I turned around, there was a guy behind her, ready to dance with us. It was her husband. Uh, no thank you. Also, at what point do these guys think I want anything to do with them?
May 29th, 2009 at 6:46 am
Ok hear me out .. maybe boobs and the “token straight guy” were merely having a discussion on the song selection that you two were dancing to. Maybe he may have felt that there was another song more suited to the situation and was just stating the case… or just maybe she was a straight girl.
May 29th, 2009 at 1:05 pm
Saint: You know, you could be on to something. Maybe he’s a country-western fan, and he was offended by the salacious dance music with a heavy bass beat. Maybe I totally missed the boat on this. I will find Mr. & Mrs. Boobs and make it right.