I'm chatting right now with an online friend about some horrible horrible things that have happened to her recently. I just want her to know that I'll be rooting for her, and will always have a hand to help and a hug for comfort.
Take care of yourself.
This is our third time out with no joy. I'm not sure what it is with the swing scene around here. In my darker moments I have the following thoughts:
I'm not sure what to make of this recent lack of joy. We're really not that hard to pick up. We're kind of easy to be candid. However, we turn into pumpkins at midnight. I'm not sure these people (the smug urban hipsters) get the fact that we have very tiny sex trophies that will demand outrageous things like food at 7:00 a.m. the next morning no matter how late we've stayed out.
This was a 'takeover' event. I.e. there were only swing-people at this bar. The women were in something skimpy and the guys were there. I was big-pimpin' but that's just the way I roll.
Anyway, we hung out, mingled, and flirted. BTW I'm an overt flirt. You really don't have to guess if I'm at all interested. As I if you say something as demure as 'hold on you're in for a wild ride', don't be surprised if I turn you around pull you close to me and say 'giddy-up'. Apparently, that's a bit to subtle for some folks.
The oddest thing was that if you hadn't have known these were swing-folk, you couldn't have know it from their behavior. Everyone just stood around and talked. We danced a bit and that was it. After a while, we kind of got the message that no one was flirting with us, nor about to ask us back to their hotel room so we went home.
I'm still perplexed.
