A Night Out at the Club

And it's game time!


We're here at your fashionable nightclub. The beats be kickin, the bodies be sweatin', and the moves be spinning.

Opening up tonight is this classic match of nature vs. nurture, estrogen vs. testosterone; man vs. woman!

The rules tonight are simple: The woman's on defense, while the man is on the attack. After the coin toss, she has elected to have a friend dancing with her. If necessary they have also retained the right to gratuitously make out. The man has chosen to be a lone wolf tonight. As such, he is outfitted in the standard leather jacket, button down, and dark pants. Yes, it's a hot club. No, I don't know if HE knows.

And we're off!

The woman and her friend have advanced near the DJs booth, and they have set up a spot. Outfitted in her tube top and tight black pants, the woman and her friend are already cooking up hot mix on the dance floor. They don't even seem to be aware the man is in the vicinity. Nor should they care as into each other they seem. Dancing with each other the two women are doing quite nicely so far.

And here comes the man! Hands up, bouncing up and down at the knees with his feet flat, the guy is making his approach. One.... two..... three..... and he's in! The woman has turned around, oblivious to the man! And he's making his final sweep in.... contact! The man has attained contact! But how long can he hold? The woman upon leaving her back vulnerable has allowed the man to move onto her and start grooving with her... on her backside. They're moving and she seems receptive. She's grinding... grinding back... and the guy, both his hands STILL up, is going with it! We just might have a match here, ladies and gents.

Ooop, now the turning point. The song is dying down, and so is her groove. There it is, the moment of truth. She's turning around and facing the man....


OH THE HUMANITY! She's whipped her head around back to her friend! The look on her face is totally showing "OH MY GOD" and there it is, she's grabbed her friend and they're running away! They're retreating to the back! The man could not maintain! He could not maintain!

Yes folks, he's still dancing. With his hands up. Yes, the music has stopped. Oh wait... there he goes, he looks puzzled. Oop, there's the shoulder shrug, looks like we'll have a round 2 some other time tonight!




This little tale was inspired by true events. Poor bastard.