To the (man dancing?) behind me

I am one of those high maintenance women that requires eye contact and conversation before you come up and try to wear a hole in the back of my dress with your pelvis region. Seriously, when did simulating the bedroom mambo become an acceptable form of dance? With strangers?

I guess I am partly to blame; I mean I did get dressed up and go out to the club with my girlfriends to go dancing. Clearly we were way over dressed. The three of us were actually wearing clothes that covered our bathing suit areas Even when we bent over.

I remember back in the day, 2002, when men used to come up say hello, talk to me, and then ask me to dance. It was so respectful back then. Oh well… I guess that day has come and gone. I guess this is just another reason I'm going to spend my days as an old maid….

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