Saturday, March 25, 2006
What, Am I Wearing a Sign?
Since I wrapped up my last presentation yesterday morning (and it went fabulously, thank you) I decided to head out Friday night for a little fun in San Diego. Thanks to Dancin' Michael for the hint about going to Rich's as it was indeed a good time, with much dancing and sweating and all that good stuff. Going out by myself is something I got used to when I was single so it doesn't bother me, I can go dance by myself and it's all good, and if someone wants to join me out there, that's cool too.
Of course, when you dance by yourself you often WILL have someone come up to you, and that happened three times last night. Funny thing was, every guy was Filipino. I mean, there were like 34,982 non-Filipino guys there (I may exaggerate a tad) and 4 Filipino, so the odds would suggest otherwise, but hey, there ya go. It was like I was wearing a sign that said "I have an Asian boyfriend so I like Asian guys," which of course I wasn't, because I'd left it at home. Weird, though, not one white guy gave me a second look, at least not that I noticed. I wouldn't have given it any thought but when Dancin' Michael was living out here he commented on the lack of diversity as compared to DC (and he was right) so thinking about that had me taking notice of things I wouldn't normally notice.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. I enjoy having guys flirt with me, so that was nice, but I don't NEED that when I'm out, so the lack of consistent attention wasn't bothersome either. And of course cute Asian boys are always welcome (as are cute Italian boys, cute Mexican boys, cute albino boys...you get my drift). I guess being at an academic conference has me thinking about trends and sample sizes and such. Going out to a club, of course, had me thinking about cute boys. Mix all that together and you've got...well, you've got last night.
On the boyfriend issue, I've wondered in the past at what point I'm supposed to tell a guy "I've got a boyfriend." Of course, I'm wearing a wedding band on my right hand, but many guys wear rings there so not everyone knows what it means. Tell the guys too soon, and you're suggesting that the guy who simply started dancing with you has designs on your body, and that's a little arrogant. Say something too late, and you may have been leading him on while he could have looked for greener pastures elsewhere, and that seems rude. Mama raised me to be polite, especially where sex is involved, so I've tried to figure out the right time.
Last night I figured out the right time: when he touches my dick. At that point we've both acknowledged what he wants, so it's time to tell him. The cool guys are the ones who keep dancing with you anyway, knowing they ain't gettin' none. And good for them.
I will also add that finding a cab at 2am in San Diego borders on the impossible.
Of course, when you dance by yourself you often WILL have someone come up to you, and that happened three times last night. Funny thing was, every guy was Filipino. I mean, there were like 34,982 non-Filipino guys there (I may exaggerate a tad) and 4 Filipino, so the odds would suggest otherwise, but hey, there ya go. It was like I was wearing a sign that said "I have an Asian boyfriend so I like Asian guys," which of course I wasn't, because I'd left it at home. Weird, though, not one white guy gave me a second look, at least not that I noticed. I wouldn't have given it any thought but when Dancin' Michael was living out here he commented on the lack of diversity as compared to DC (and he was right) so thinking about that had me taking notice of things I wouldn't normally notice.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. I enjoy having guys flirt with me, so that was nice, but I don't NEED that when I'm out, so the lack of consistent attention wasn't bothersome either. And of course cute Asian boys are always welcome (as are cute Italian boys, cute Mexican boys, cute albino boys...you get my drift). I guess being at an academic conference has me thinking about trends and sample sizes and such. Going out to a club, of course, had me thinking about cute boys. Mix all that together and you've got...well, you've got last night.
On the boyfriend issue, I've wondered in the past at what point I'm supposed to tell a guy "I've got a boyfriend." Of course, I'm wearing a wedding band on my right hand, but many guys wear rings there so not everyone knows what it means. Tell the guys too soon, and you're suggesting that the guy who simply started dancing with you has designs on your body, and that's a little arrogant. Say something too late, and you may have been leading him on while he could have looked for greener pastures elsewhere, and that seems rude. Mama raised me to be polite, especially where sex is involved, so I've tried to figure out the right time.
Last night I figured out the right time: when he touches my dick. At that point we've both acknowledged what he wants, so it's time to tell him. The cool guys are the ones who keep dancing with you anyway, knowing they ain't gettin' none. And good for them.
I will also add that finding a cab at 2am in San Diego borders on the impossible.
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I am so dancing with ya - and doing everything else to your body - except touch your dick. :)
Sounds like you a good time there!
Paul
Sounds like you a good time there!
Paul
Hmm. I think the best time to tell is when you're both dressed again, and you're sprinting for the door.
Paul - you know I'll dance with you! Touch whatever you want, you already know about Adrian. :P
Bert - I'll do flips for Flips, you already know that.
Jay - I would definitely want my running shoes on instead of dancing shoes!
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Bert - I'll do flips for Flips, you already know that.
Jay - I would definitely want my running shoes on instead of dancing shoes!
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