As previously stated a few entries ago, I pull inspiration for my posts from all sources. So, while doing a little booty shaking Saturday night at a club in DC and watching my female peers engage in some extra curricular activities of their own, you can only imagine that my latest blog entry was handed to me on a silver platter.
I enjoy providing stats to back up my ideas so I googled, "percentage of people who meet at clubs." No search result even came close to answering my question. So, I tried, "percentage of people who meet at bars." Again, no answer. Maybe I should delete "who" or "at" from my search query?
Since I couldn't find a stat, I'm just going to say most people don't go to clubs or bars searching for their soul mate. It's virtually impossible. What are you going to do, have a meaningful conversation while "Swagga Like Us" blasts at record high decibels? A few of the girls I saw last night were obviously not looking for relationships. But, it also saddened me that they weren't looking for respect.
I looked over at one girl bent over with her shoes OFF (this is another problem entirely; unfortunately this isn't a blog about personal hygiene.) I turn in another direction and I get a full view of a girl's white underwear under a little black dress while she's dancing. Where do we draw the line between having fun and respecting ourselves?
No, I am by no means playing God on this one because I, too, have busted a few dance moves that my mama would not be proud of (or maybe she would, I'm not sure, my mom was once a pretty cool lady.) I've also donned a few outfits that left little to the imagination. I go out to have a good time, not to find someone who is going to cherish me from now until forever. But, self-respect is a constant thing. And, if you're wondering what self-respect has to do with relationships, here's your answer: the messages we send determine the messages we receive. You may not be looking for your soul mate in the club but what if, just what if, a decent guy looks your way in hopes of speaking to you and you're bent over, shoes off, and underwear out? Is your behavior an anomaly because you're out and having fun or do you really just not care about how you represent yourself? Chances are "expectant guy" will not know and thus, will not give you the benefit of the doubt.
You can have fun without showing me your hoo ha. (or "britney" or however else you want to refer to your nether regions.) I have my own to look at, thank you very much. The most fun I had on Saturday night was when my girls and I miraculously found an empty corner and rocked out to a club mix. No bumping, no grinding, no guys, no exposed undies. Just a legitimately good time.
Maybe I should be thankful for those girls. Then, I don't have guys harassing me and wondering why my lovely white panties aren't showing.
Love freely,
tY
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