People are drinking and people are dancing, and it seems as if people might even be having fun. I’m holding in my hand a “Captain and Coke.” It’s supposed to be a good drink. I don’t like to drink. It’s making me nauseous.
The birthday guy himself comes up to get me to try sake. I’ve never had sake before, so I figure I will try it. He gives me a shot, I take it without realizing we are supposed to toast. So I have to take another shot. Did I mention I do not like to drink?
The music is blaring and thumping, which is good. I like to feel my bones rattle. I look across the people dancing in wonder. You’ve got everyone here: the guy who has had way too much and doesn’t know when to stop having fun, the girl dancing by herself–lost in the rhythm, the pathetic guy with a cell phone on his hip dancing and making guns with his hands, the groups of people to scared to dance by themselves but too high strung to not dance. God do I hate stereotypes.
I watch as one of the guys dancing gets closer and closer to the lone girl. He watches, smiling at her. She is oblivious.
“Obviously she is playing hard to get,” I can see written on his face.
He moves closer, strutting. She is oblivious.
“Oh yeah, she wants me,” his playful eyes tell all.
He moves closer, thumping his pelvis, and raising his arms to engulf her. She is still oblivious. He almost has her and then, in her oblivion, she spins, smacking him with her hair. I can’t tell if she even noticed. He backs off, confused, and wanders into the crowd.
And this happens again, and again, and again.
It amazes me, this idiocy that people go through. Here is my question? Who is the one who has more self worth? The guy, who just knows he is all that, willing to take the “risk” of casually dancing with a girl (or shall we call it grinding his pelvis as forcibly as possible along hers while trying to crush her personal space with his arms?) or the lone girl who is just trying to enjoy and experience the music?