Last summer I was fortunate enough to meet a mirror named E. I met her at a dance club near the water on a Saturday night. My friend thought that this was an excellent place for singles to meet, and he was correct.
The majority of the women were white, although there were black, brown, and yellow women as well. They did not wear much clothing. I knew I would like the place.
The majority of men were white too, but there were some black, brown, and yellow men also. Many of the guys seemed sleazy. Some actually wore gold chains, and had their shirts unbuttoned revealing their majestic chest hair.
In all fairness, there were women there that were Bimbos. The obvious match went unanswered. The sleazy men should have been paired with the Bimbos. It would have made the most sense. But, all the sleazy guys I saw were trying to get the nice women. My guess is that they really wanted to fail. I think they feed on rejection. Either that or they're just plain stupid. And for the Bimbos, well, they never go home alone.
Once we got inside, my friend and I moved among the mass of flesh, and discovered there were three areas: the dance floor, the eating area, and the live band room. My friend stayed in the room that had the live band playing oldies and pop songs. It was bright, and the people were boring. I left him and went to the dance floor. It was darker, and the people seemed more interesting.
I took a seat on one of the speakers and watched the crowd. I could actually feel the volume of the bass, and it seemed to me the flares of my trousers were flapping with every beat.
A slim attractive brown woman, in a skin-tight black dress, motioned for me to join her on the floor, so I did. She smiled and swayed. She couldn't move well because her dress was so tight. She was there with friends, and she nodded toward a small group of white women standing on the outer edge of the dance floor.
She pointed to the prettiest of them, and told me to go ask her to dance. I walked over to the prettiest one, took her by the hand, and pulled her onto the floor. At first she seemed stunned with my approach, but I said her friend told me to bring her to dance. She smiled and began dancing.
She moved her shoulders and her feet a little, and bobbed her head. After a few songs I thanked her and went and sat on the speaker. I continued to watch her dance and noted the herky-jerky way she moved. She had an angelic face and the most intense eyes.
The majority of the women were white, although there were black, brown, and yellow women as well. They did not wear much clothing. I knew I would like the place.
The majority of men were white too, but there were some black, brown, and yellow men also. Many of the guys seemed sleazy. Some actually wore gold chains, and had their shirts unbuttoned revealing their majestic chest hair.
In all fairness, there were women there that were Bimbos. The obvious match went unanswered. The sleazy men should have been paired with the Bimbos. It would have made the most sense. But, all the sleazy guys I saw were trying to get the nice women. My guess is that they really wanted to fail. I think they feed on rejection. Either that or they're just plain stupid. And for the Bimbos, well, they never go home alone.
Once we got inside, my friend and I moved among the mass of flesh, and discovered there were three areas: the dance floor, the eating area, and the live band room. My friend stayed in the room that had the live band playing oldies and pop songs. It was bright, and the people were boring. I left him and went to the dance floor. It was darker, and the people seemed more interesting.
I took a seat on one of the speakers and watched the crowd. I could actually feel the volume of the bass, and it seemed to me the flares of my trousers were flapping with every beat.
A slim attractive brown woman, in a skin-tight black dress, motioned for me to join her on the floor, so I did. She smiled and swayed. She couldn't move well because her dress was so tight. She was there with friends, and she nodded toward a small group of white women standing on the outer edge of the dance floor.
She pointed to the prettiest of them, and told me to go ask her to dance. I walked over to the prettiest one, took her by the hand, and pulled her onto the floor. At first she seemed stunned with my approach, but I said her friend told me to bring her to dance. She smiled and began dancing.
She moved her shoulders and her feet a little, and bobbed her head. After a few songs I thanked her and went and sat on the speaker. I continued to watch her dance and noted the herky-jerky way she moved. She had an angelic face and the most intense eyes.
