Y'know what I hate?

I hate when I take an out-of-town friend/acquaintance out partying, and he acts like
it's a date (and pulls a sad puppy face when any other guy comes and dances with me) .

I hate when the guy says he will only enjoy dancing if he's dancing on me. I like dancing alone, dammit! I doan mind dancin' wid a man, but geez, not all the time so!

I hate when a guy looks me in the eyes and raps along to every other hip-hop tune that plays in the club, complete with gangsta hand movements( Awright guy, so you know all the words...hooray for you).

And now to give a little balance to this blog, here's what I liked about last night's experience: there was a certain dreadocked bartender who seemed to be having WAY more fun than any of the partyers! He was just exuding good vibes all over the place. That was cool.