If you met me in the supermarket you would quickly forget me searching for the next item on your list. Im not that woke, nor that conservative. What few people know is one of my favorite ways to occasionally recalibrate is to go to a club and just ugly dance my ass off. I barely talk to ppl other than the bartender and thanking the DJ if given opportunity.
One night became different when I found myself quietly standing next to a curly haired red head. She was wearing a shirt and blazer, and dress pants. She looked about as out of place as me. I thought about starting a conversation but with the deafening music and since I enjoy the isolation of a crowd I left her be to go dance to a favorite song. When I came back to my favorite out of the way corner she was still there.
So I introduced myself. The club was packed and awkwardly standing next to her in silence seemed worse than forced conversation, at least that’s what the alcohol told me. Turns out the conversation wasn’t that forced, and after several minutes and another drink she joined me on the dance floor. The dancing was a little awkward I’m about 6 foot, she’s probably 5’5, we barely touched, and I loved every minute. Her outfit was collected and reserved. Her smile was honest and uninhibited.