One More Way to Get Me to Dance

Last night I went out to meet my friend Megan in Hermosa Beach. I was not all that interested in drinking or being out late since the night before I had had a crazy night full of booze and homo-erotic wrestling that my friend Jamie compared to the kind of teen roughhousing that often accompanies being gay and not being mature enough to know yet. Anyway, my only goal for last night was to say 'hi' to a friend.

I am not exactly a fan of the Hermosa Beach crowd for it is usually full of bros and douche bags. The amount of clothes that the female clientele wear is often inversely proportional to the doucheyness of the male clientele, at least from the limited studies I have done. And there was a lot of skin for such a cold and windy night. Not only is there a high douche bag factor but since Hermosa is the biggest 'going out' part of town near my former high school, there is a high probability of running into people from high school who seem a lot more interested in me now than they ever did when were in school together.

So I met up with Megan and her party at Hennessey's and we began to play the catch up game. 'How have you been', 'what have you been up to', etc etc. We discussed the election, gossiped about who was dating who, and what was in store for the future. We got a drink and Megan, who had been drinking since about 4 pm (it was now around midnight) tried to get me on the dance floor to dance to two guitarists playing Aerosmith's 'Sweet Emotion' to prerecorded drums. I looked at the other people dancing and decided that I had not had nearly enough to drink (nothing to drink at all in fact) and shied away toward the bar. There was one more attempt to get me to dance on the way back to our table, which I politely declined.

We sat outside and conversed more. Then a girl sitting at another table asked Megan for a light. Perfectly reasonable bar behavior, no? Then she joined us and if I remember correctly the conversation was steered, by her, to the election and inevitably to the passing of proposition 8 which resulted in the banning of gay marriage. The consensus around the table was that we were ______ (insert negative emotion) about it to varying degrees. Perhaps the girl had a lot of confidence or she was drunk...or, and this is what I believe, she was coked out of her mind. She referenced the use of cocaine several times in her erratic harangues and was clearly unable to sit still. She began to address a crowd of imaginary prop. 8 supporters in the vast empty space behind me, referencing the Bible and civil rights and the constitution, pausing every now and again to assure us that she was not a lesbian and in fact said "don't get me wrong, I am not a lesbian, I love cock, you know, I love to ride cock" while making pelvic 'cock riding' motions.

Suddenly the band inside started to play 'Sweet home Alabama' which precipitated Megan to look at me and go "let's go dance to this". Still only having one beer in me I was not in the mood to dance so again, I politely declined. She said fine and went inside. Then the other member of our group departed leaving me and 'Aubs' alone. She immediately grabbed the seat next to mine and continued to spout verbal attacks at the imaginary crowd and then looked at me for what I assumed could only be my approval. I was never even able to say "I agree" without being cut off again for another slew of rapid fire statements, attacks, and expletives.

With each sentence she slid further and further to the edge of her seat, which was facing me, all the while her hand was grabbing my thigh in a way that struck me as just being a side affect of the cocaine and passionate word slinging. You know, when ever the word 'fuck' was used in a negative way towards the crowd, she squeezed my leg just to drive the point home. Just to beat the point in so that I knew she was serious. Then all of a sudden she was on her knees in front of my chair with my hands in her hands, alarm bells started going off in my head, she kissed my hands then grabbed my head and then we heard...

"Hey babe, come and dance with me". Megan was standing there with a big smile on her face. I was more than happy to oblige. After all, I owed her one.