It was a night much like any other. This time I didn’t call anyone. I went out by myself. I really had to force myself. By nature I am an introvert. A solitary creature. Usually once I go out, I have fun. So this time I forced myself to go out. It was the weekend after all. I decided to go to one of the upscale Latin clubs. One where they play Salsa, Merengue and Mambo music. I wore a nice pair of dress pants, a nice dress shirt, some shoes, grabbed my keys and headed out the door.
Got to the club, parked the car and waited in line by myself. Everyone else in line was there with someone else….either a significant other or friends. I was the only one who came by himself. Once I paid the entrance fee and headed inside the club, I quickly went to the bar and grabbed a beer. I always grab a drink. Not because I’m in a hurry to get drunk or gather up some liquid courage but it just gives me something to do.
I stand by the railing for a moment looking over someone’s shoulder scoping around the dance floor looking for a place to park, drink my beer and observe the dance floor. I find a spot. I make my way over. There is already a crowd of boys standing there. I drink my beer slowly. The goal is not to get drunk but to get buzzed. As I do so, I am scanning the dance floor, just like every other guy there, looking for a girl that I would possibly like to dance with and who may be open to the possibility. Even once I find such a female then it becomes a question of whether I’ll actually do anything.
There are many girls. Most of the ones who didn’t come with a male partner have come in groups. They dance amongst themselves. Most of us boys stand by the wall. Some do make an effort to go and dance with the females. Some by trying to join the girls dancing, some by directly approaching girls face to face and some by dancing right behind the girls. Some get rejected and some do not. Even though girls claim to hate when boys try to dance up behind them, I have noticed that, many times, they look back to see if the boy is good looking enough. If he passes the bar, they acquiesce to the boy’s presence.
I, along with the other wall flowers, do nothing but watch. I finish my beer, grab another and return to my perch. I’m not interacting with anyone but it does feel good to be out and amongst people, enjoying the beat, the beer and watching the boys fishing for girls……or are the girls fishing for boys? It’s debatable.
Along comes this happy faced fellow. He’s a thick fellow. Not fat but thick, short, with a round face and the stereotypical spiked hair. He’s in a good mood bouncing his head and moving his shoulders to the beat. He has a big smile on his face. He makes me grin. He heads straight to the dance floor and tries to start dancing with some girl. She moves away and immediately rejects him. He doesn’t lose his smile. He continues to dance in the same spot even though it’s obvious he’s been rejected. And once he’s been rejected by one girl in the group, it’s highly unlikely that any other girl in that group will be interested in dancing with him. After a bit, he tries with another girl only to be rejected again. Again, he’s dancing by himself…..but only for a bit….until he moves off to try again. He does this a few times. By now I know I am not the only one watching him. Many of the boys in my crowd are amusing themselves with his attempts. Not just in my crowd but probably around the dance floor.
There are snickers. The boys around me joke, make fun of him. “Oh. Oh. Oh…Ha Ha Ha….Almost!” It’s a half hearted hope he’ll make it and a laugh at his expense when he doesn’t. He never loses his good humor. At times, it genuinely looks like he’s enjoying himself when he’s dancing by himself. After more than a half hour of trying….perhaps more…..he decides to take a break and sits on a bar stool at a table. I look to see if he’s come with friends….a group perhaps? Or has he come by himself like me? I don’t see anyone. Maybe he’s the third wheel and his buddy and gf are dancing by themselves. I can’t tell.
I go back to scanning the floor just like the rest of my wallflower compatriots. The show appears to be over for the moment. After a while it appears that Happy Guy has gotten his second wind and he begins to make his attempts again. Only to be shot down again and again. The crowd I’m with laughs, pokes fun. Guys shake their head at Happy Guy’s foolishness. I don’t make any jokes or comments but I do laugh along with the rest…..I drink my beer…..I haven’t done anything at all other than drink my beer and watch. In fact, I haven’t said a single word all night or had a single social interaction with exception of talking to the bartender to get my beer. I am content to stay at my perch observing events.
A new group of girls come in. They’re pretty and the prettiest of them is this short girl with stunning features. She’s wearing a tight form fitting blue dress. A healthy ass and a healthy firm set of tits. She’s packin. Front to back. Wearing her high heels, she knows how to strut……and throw her hair back. She and her group settle in with their drinks and direct their eyes to the dance floor. They talk and laugh amongst themselves.
I’ve been at the club for quite some time now and I’m buzzing. Of all the girls I’ve seen, the only girl to get a reaction out of me is that little 5’3” vixen in the blue dress. My eyebrows arched and I felt a little tingle in the back of my skull down to the base of my neck. In my opinion, this is the hottest chick in the club.
Happy Guy has noticed as well. Don’t know if he’s been making his attempts as my attention was drawn away to this set of girls but he’s not sitting on his stool any more. He’s not dancing. Not bobbing his head and shoulders to the beat. He’s walking calmly over to the Blue Dress Vixen. With his big happy smile. She smiles back at him. They shake hands. Looks like he’s trying to get her on the dance floor. She’s laughing as she shakes her head. He implores her (still with his big happy smile). She declines with a smile flashing a beautiful set of pearly whites. Happy Guy fades into the dance bowing his head with a pretend frown.
All my fellow wallflower compatriots laugh and joke. Some laugh, shake their heads, and call him a clown. Others admit he’s got balls. One guy says “Just watch….by the end of the night he’ll end up with a girl.You’ll see.” I do not laugh. I am buzzing and my whole body is tingling. My attention is fixated on the Blue Dress Vixen and periodically I look at Happy Guy. My senses are on high alert. I want to go talk to Blue Dress Vixen……but I can’t. I am frozen. I have what is known as Approach Anxiety. I am frustrated. I’m better looking than Happy Guy. More than likely much better educated. More than likely make more money…..but I don’t know what to do. What to say…..How to move……How to conduct myself without making her feel awkward…..How to get her to like me……
The dance floor is crowded so it’s not obvious that Happy Guy is dancing by himself. That he’s not with anyone. I catch Blue Dress Vixen looking for him in between spurts of conversation with her friends. Happy Guy has made no attempts to get with any other girls……I was hoping he would. He navigates his way through the crowd back to Blue Dress Vixen….with that big stupid smile on his face. She smiles back at him. They talk for a bit. He tries to get her on the dance floor. She apparently refuses but he doesn’t take no for an answer this time and drags her off her stool onto the dance floor while she’s laughing and smiling.
By the end of the night, he had his hands all over her ass and his tongue down her throat. He tried to get to second base a couple of times but she quickly prevented him. She was enjoying herself though. Laughing and dancing with him…….This loser who was the butt of everyone’s jokes snagged the hottest chick in the club. I thought to myself while he was dancing with her “He started out a loser…..but the moment he got the girl…..we all became losers.” Later on while I was driving home I corrected myself “No…..he was never the loser to begin with…….we all were……standing by the wall……not doing anything……and making fun of him and criticizing him.” He didn’t go home with the Blue Dress Vixen……but he did get her number. That night I resolved to change.
Finis
